You Broke Your Mama's Heart Again Last Night

He's a pain when he's sober, he's a pain when he's drunk
A pain when he's too happy, just as bad when he's in a funk
But he's a joy to be around when everything's just right
Oh, you broke your mama's heart again last night.

He's a man who says just what he thinks and doesn't give a damn
About fashions and opinions - all those houses made of sand
But he's a joy to be around when everything's just right
Oh, you broke your mama's heart again last night.

You broke your mama's heart again, she's watching up above
Is this what she worked so hard for? is it why she gave you love?
But he's a joy to be around when everything's just right
Well, you broke your mama's heart again last night.

You broke your mama's heart again, is this why she gave you life
So that you and he could live your lives in a never-ending strife?
But he's a joy to be around when everything's just right
Oh, you broke your mama's heart again last night.

Yes, you broke your mama's heart again last night...

© Dan Goorevitch, 2010

Descending the Subway Stairs

Softly the shoes pace, the concrete now a carpet.
Spring and the billowing flesh, like marigolds, blooms in the garden.

I descend the combed concrete to where a slender violinist and her beau
lean against the tiles, the soundtrack a revolving door.

and I stand staggered by the scene at that checkpoint
where men and women pass in padding percussion

then take the stairs to the sun past the blind beggar I ignore except to think:

“Lucky him, his vision, “to be even more invisible than me.”

© Dan Goorevitch, 2001, 2007