She is gone

You've seen it on tv.
In the cartoon.
She was that fish, that mouse, that character
That zips through the antagonist's teeth.

A pretty mouthfull if I ever saw one.
And now she is gone.
The imaginary pepe lapew pursuit has ended.
And it is what it was.
Imaginary. All the feelings.
Just imagine the imagery she gave out,
Projecting her own private string theory
In on of the alternate worlds shw floated through,

Maybe she was that girl,
The soft collection,
The juicy sex owner,
Maybe she was.
I'll never really know,

I wonder about it though,
Did she ever love me?
Did we fall apart under the weight
Of respective projected self imagery?

Sad to see you go pretty girl,
Beautiful woman.
Glad to see you though.
Glad to watch you go.

Maybe someday you'll like my mangoes.

Maybe it was all a matter of big hard banana.

I will never know.

I wonder

From the outside, with a gratuitous glance in
Sort of boomerang shaped
The introspection is,
It flies back at you as what seems to be a reflection
Which is actually just me me and me
Wondering who are you you her and he,

You are the established, the non struggler
The arrived, the expected, the served,
The known, and the considered.
While I wait in line, asking you questions from the other side of the
joint,
Like women in the synagogue,
I wonder what it could be like on the other side...
To be like you
Figured out and ironed,
No stains, no wrinkkles
Every sentence ending with the right punctuation.
Period over question mark.
Is he lowly technician or just some wierdo.
Just some wierdo?
Just some wierdo.