As I have revived the Weekly Wednesday poem, I am also reviving the Original Thursday poem. [Insert applause here.] I have hundreds of poems from the past that I can share with you, and I hope that the revivification of this feature of the blog will inspire me to create more.

Devil With A Forked Tongue

One golden morning early,
You looked in my eyes across the table,
And said,

“You’ll never find another man like me.”

I was touched.

Yes.

Touched in the head.

In hindsight,
I should have stabbed you in the tongue with my fork
And run.

Yes.

Stuck a fork in you.

We’re done.