My Right Foot Sandal

EDELTRAUD 3 =>> THE PSYCHOBITCH => POST PELOPONNESIAN

Athens (Patission Avenue)
Saturday morning
22/11/2014

MY RIGHT FOOT SANDAL

(refrain ad libidum in a free music structure of both "A" & "B")

Tonight I've lost my right foot sandal,
good luck, bad luck, or just a scandal?

A

After a month or even more,
"last night" I called you for some news:
"Busy" as many times before,
I thought again, "there is no use".

You sent an sms, it's true,
just saying that later you would call,
"too busy working", was your clue,
So then I thought, "Let good times roll".

I started writing a reply
explaining, "Later I will sleep",
but then I thought, "Why should I?
Fuck this reply... and fuck it deep!"

I turned my ringer off and slept,
in case you call and wake me up,
my crazy dreams to intercept
with your sweet nonsense and your crap.

Yet I had hoped when I'm awake
to find a few unanswered calls,
(in your high way without a break
it's hard to drive and pay the tolls).

And sure, I found a few calls,
but none of them received from you,
so I accepted our new roles:
I'm colorless but you are blue!

Can blue in colorless survive?
Tomorrow I will ring again,
me been so dead, you so alive,
and so confused that "where and when".

The day passed but I didn't call,
trying to protect your "color scheme",
nothing to do with any role,
however colorless my whim.

After a month or even more,
after six dream years and a bit,
you're still that beauty on my floor,
begging me to excite her clit.

Therefore I'm living in the past,
(past time is such a strange thing),
transcended only by sheer lust,
waiting for a mobile to ring.

Lust for your voice, for your eyes,
for your love making, for your scent,
it never heals, it never dies,
it only makes that gone time bend.

So here we are, just me and you,
communicating in this void,
colorless poetry, then blue,
repeating things we've both enjoyed.

Take it or leave it, still it's there,
hide it or show it, matters not,
Poetry is for souls that dare,
love poetry depicts love hot.

Some people call it rude or porn,
as if that was a pious stance,
I hope to have theirs and your scorn,
confirming my erotic trance.

B

Tonight I've lost my right foot sandal,
swimming like Jason kid, upstream,
sorry, my dear, it's such a scandal,
confusing nightmares with this dream.

The "Volos" hot weekend approaching,
"Any Rebetiko Will Do",
In music I will need some coaching,
my color scheme looks still untrue.

So I'll be off, proud on my bike,
my right foot sandal got unstuck,
you know, the one that you didn't like,
but why should I give a fuck?

I'll have a hot bath, drink a brandy,
maybe I'll shave my handsome face,
look for an easy fuck, if handy,
whatever it may be the case.

I may get rid of that old sandal
since I have no more use for it,
or save it lest you wish to dandle...
say not a word, you stupid git.

You changed my footwear for no reason,
you changed my hair cut for a whim,
you changed your mind to fit your treason,
you've made my bright day light dim.

But still I've got panache and talent,
and Volos to look forward to,
with ladies still I can be gallant,
"Any Rebetiko Will Do".

I still have got a lot of chances
to sing a song and taste a cake ,
this Volos hot week end enhances
my new soul structure on the make.

Procuring a new pair of sandals
that I don't need in winter pause,
as you're descended from the Vandals,
You will appreciate my cause.

I'll call again another day,
when I come back to solid ground,
"parallel universe" let's say,
but if I don't, I'll see you round.

I'm off to Volos with elation,
going with my best mate, Max,
in this last call's annihilation
let's wish each other "happy fucks".

Like Jason on a sandal walking,
I make good use of what I know,
with silent signs better than talking,
with drunken songs in seamless flow.

After a month or even longer
we may be tracing the right path,
not sure for you, but I feel stronger
admitting that my love is wrath.

Tonight I've lost my right foot sandal,
which could remind you of bright days,
but it remains a burning candle
illuminating your dark ways.

NOTES
"last night", refers to an ordinary night continuing into next morning.
Jason kid = The mythological hero Iasson who lost one of his sandals traveling to Iolcos, thus becoming easily identifiable by his uncle Pelias who hated him.
Volos = Coast town in Thessaly where ancient Iolcos used to be.
Volos hot week end = a winter regular gathering of rebetiko lovers and aficionados.