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 memory of old san francisco,
you’ve gone.
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