Thursday, October 16, 2008


“How’d you find love?”

I hate the movies!   And
always promised to stop at 31.
I’m a little too sick to stop, though.

Madame Bovary and Annie Hall.
This must have been a last resort
before dinner.   Damn!

We definitely had a moment,
though, with a capital “M”.   Or
am I trying to write a poem?

Sorry, I don’t want to see you.
I mean please call again tomorrow.
The calendar is too compact.