Porta Poems #22

LIMAS & HOCKS

dinner alone
ain’t it just a lot

me in my muddy mobile home
ain’t it just a lot

limas and hocks
simmerin’ in the crock
ain’t it just a lot

give it a stir
always make enough for her
ain’t it just a lot

i knew your love
i suppose
just never who you was
ain’t it just a lot

a warm body
anonymous in your bed
was mine a skin
you crawled in
just to shed

was it
Chinese or Indian
May or December
who can remember
our last lunch buffet

you came along cooking your song
and before I sipped a lyric
it was all gone
memory like a melody
a recipe nobody’s telling me

you can look back
without it being your fault
you can look back
without a pinch of salt

should have known
from the false start
you was ready to run
didn’t even ask me
if i wanted to come

they all said
to let you go
and if you come back
then i’ll know

i stir ’em pretty slow
get ’em like you like
ain’t it just so
ain’t it just so