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 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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