Sunday, March 06, 2005

for the record

Where we headed?
up the coast
i own a motorcycle
can you imagine
me and you, with the wind in our face
it’d be perfect
I’m starting to like you.
then maybe vegas
I know a synagogue
stays open
most of the day
friendly rabbi, too
Sounds good. I’m hungry. Let’s get some food?
some pizza,
god willing
but this time,
no onions
baby
Goodbye.
Wait.
You’re leaving?
I thought-
Oh.
didn’t know
you were
on the phone.

2 Comments:

At 9:25 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

you changed this poem...it was different before!

c

 
At 12:30 AM, Blogger Aaron said...

true...i like the new structure...:)

 

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