The Status Quo ?

Marmalade-brandy sun

Casts a giant shadow

Across the frost-rocked skies,

Leaves faint gold fairy dust

On December-white grass.

We were guilty of happily

Crossing the blue sun roads,

In cord-bare shoes;

Meeting the electric moons

-the new and the changing –

With a jester’s courtesy

And a sparkle-eyed shake of the head.

Bleeding feet:

All the miles I did for you;

Every stage

You saw me through.

Nothin’ lasts

We’d both agree,

But wasn’t it fun

To run together?

 

The Status Quo

It’s that always-inevitable,

Nettle sting time again,

After the anticipation,

The first-time-again surprise

And pleasure;

That heartbreak song again:

A bus stop song,

A railway platform song,

A tomorrow morning-alone song –

The bye-bye song,

Gently savage chords,

Mellow move-away melody

That mean –

Almost certainly –

We will never meet again.