He’s
 
all talk
 
all muscle
 
shallow
 
deep
 
in the know
 
in the dark
 
for real
 
unreal
 
my friend
 
your friend
 
Well I wouldn’t call him a friend friend.
 
He owes me
 
I owe him
 
Haven’t seen him since high school
 
Saw him two hours ago
 
I’ve never seen him with a woman
 
I’ve never seen him without a woman
 
Trust me, he’ll show
 
He’ll never show now
 
He’ll know that we’ve been talking about him.
 
On that, gentlemen, we agree.
 
 
I've always enjoyed your work in the small presses but I never knew you were from Australia. It must have cost a mint in those days to send poems to the United States. I think I know a guy like Mario.
ReplyDeleteDear Zombie Logic,
ReplyDeleteWhere do you live in North America? I hitch-hiked all over in the 1980's. Every good wish, Peter