just maybe

just maybe
if you asked me
to write you a poem,
then i would

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.

you’ve gone

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 […]

Dear Abby

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 […]

Past ghosts

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…