Author Archives: boz cappie

just maybe

Per­haps, 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 […]

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 […]

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 more and i was also kinda […]

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…