Let's forget it.
Let it die, let it lie-
wasn't it just a lie?
Let's wade in the gutters
Let it fade
Let's watch a parade
but two blocks apart
you on one side
me on the other
It was a mirage
you dodged; I zigged
you thought I was a pig?
Didn't know, didn't guess
let it rest, what a mess!
for the rest, let it whither
like a burning sliver
make at life another try
in short order
perhaps across the border.
I adored that little grin,
just above your chin
when asked if you
were a kisser.
"But listen Mister, "
I think I hear,
"I wanna be your sister."
What's plain
one of us is a pain
I should have taken a train
somewhere else
and not Saint Jo
that damn turbo
True, it was not all you,
blame the poet me, phew!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem