it’s just that you haven’t yet
and (besides) i’m
not too sure whether
you’d like to risk
seeing something that
you don’t really want to hear
but then again i don’t know
if i could write it anyway
it’s pretty hard because
my words end up being lost like
I always seem to feel.
The day that you left me
was like
the first minutes after the
san francisco earthquake,
those few seconds after kingkong
made his last futile grab at
the empire state building,
that eternal moment when
bergman left bogart -
everybody watched
everybody waited
everybody held their breath.
like kingkong
humphrey bogart
and the insurance companies of san francisco
i wished that it had never happened -
but it had.
and now,
like kingkong
humphrey bogart
and that …
dear abby,
her name was joanne and she
looked at me with that
beautiful smile of hers and
told me that i was a
veryverywicked thing
but it didn’t really matter
because she quite enjoyed it
as a matterof fact
and i agreed
because i thought
it was goodfun too and i liked it
even more and i was also kinda hoping
that we could do it again
sometime.
now …
You ask me what the matter is
i mutter nothing but you
say you can tell
because you see sadness in my face
it’s nothing, it’s
nothing, nothing,
i say…