Karaoke Poetry

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 […]