I had supper with the moon last night.


We had a wonderful dinner down in North beach.


What's the name?


Alioto's, Aliata's? I got so drunk I just don't remember ... still.


Alioto's was the first time you said, "I love you" ... why can't I recall?


These past few years have had their downs mostly it's been a ball ... ?



... ? ... Well ... ?



The moon looked a little wane.


Says, "I've been working too much."


Working too much!



Too much!





I think it's a combo of drugs and Fox news but I didn't say that.


She kept asking about you. Many times. In fact, quite alot.


She told me all about when you were both little girls;


your mutual love for fun and games like hide and seek.


She said, "I miss her" ... I said, "So, tell her!


She's just around the bend,


unlike me, too far over the edge.


You can laugh at that if you like. You. Know. A joke. If you care too.


You seem awkward.


Seem awkward!



Awkward.





She seems awkward ... I wonder if she knows?


You aren't ever coming out again ... are you? Are you!


Are you?


Oh God! How did we ever become split this far apart?


It feels like we're you and I are on opposite sides of the world tonight.


This ain't right. Ain't right. It is not right.

01/19/2007

Posted on 01/20/2007
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