Go-Go Crazy Bones Broke My Heart

We were in Argos, surrounded by Greeks
buying tat with their wages, and you
turned
the pages in anger,
jabbing blue buttons – tutting, sighing,
pretty much crying from
that reeling feeling-
hurling headfirst to tomorrow;
a hot-tarmac tournament
will openly grieve
for the champion Crazy Bone slider,
the king,
the provider
of arms, left without
legions of plastic most-wanteds
and with a pocket of pound coins.

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(Leo is 11 and is deeply angered when Argos run out of ten-packs of Go-Gos.  He said that I couldn’t possibly understand how he felt when he had saved his pocked money for five weeks, only to find that there were none in stock.  I thought of Jeanette Winterson who wrote in her magnificent novel Written on the Body, ‘Why is it that the measure of love is always loss?’  Can love be quantified, are tiny plastic alien toys of less value than a romantic partner if they are truly loved?  I cheered Leo up by driving him to Tesco where he managed to get a better deal for his money and had enough left over to buy a biro that smelled of cherries.)

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~ by Beeskiffle on June 2, 2010.

One Response to “Go-Go Crazy Bones Broke My Heart”

  1. Gorgeous and tiny, immaculate pacing, speeds up in the middle somehow and then slows and lands so softly.

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