Damning Sorrow, For Love

when I heard Miss Piggy laugh, on those days ? I would be OK between the oceans of pain, we had paddled to meet plastic bags of magic hanging from fishing poles wheeled in, by flying nuns with blessings of water and love, we divined ways to forget, the moments in minutes when agony pushes through to shave another piece off our shared sheer will, and eating the pieces were the demons we all harbor, unwilling jailers of repeat offenders spot our roll-call barf jokes became our Da Vinci Code, and when one of us started losing ground it was you who brought us back around, the eternal clown no frowns allowed rest in Elysian fields my darling, in the wee hours eternity crept from eyes and misted with disbelief, from the oceans we traveled we drink a drop to you our funny love, and damn all sorrow to another day