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Click herethree years old
lost in a sea of bikers
sucking down beer
and pb&j
sitting on a strangers hog
protected by the Angels
who dance in the inferno
wondering if my mama cares
crazy lady
with the speedy ups
and manic downs
gyrating through her illness
never call her mama
but I am hers
mama's daddy told me so
he stood at attention
when she tried to give me away
see, marines never leave anyone behind
he saved me from the system
but not from her
you should hear her stories
the ones she tells of God
how he spoke to her like some
mirrored crystal ball
through a haze of smoke
and voices
like it was a good thing
how she denied hell and the devil
and that's how Jesus saved her
from the loony bin
who saved me from her?
who saved me from this hell
this crazy dance?
Jesus,
yeah, I'm talkin' to you.
when you handed your book
to that sick, dancin' mama
why didn't you hide
"spare the rod
and spoil the child"
I know how that dance gives
me the blues
black and blues.
And when I hear that music
that seventies music,
it brings me back,
to her
and my own personal
disco inferno
a different view of the 70s... A brutal dance here, presented in a swirling flame of words. Well done...
jim : )
This one came close to gutting me.Only it was a waltz, and a leather strap- not a rod. And she didn't do it- she just turned her head... TY, sweety. This is what I call 'sucker punch' poetry- my favorite!
this came closest to meeting the Title's prerequisite I liked it very much