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