A Phoenix Fiction Writer Rising From The Ashes of Nonfiction

Poetry

Poem Introduction

Infatuation with someone seems at times to make everything silly.

This was written in the Sunset District of San Francisco where I lived only a block from Golden Gate Park.

Extroversity

I feel silly again.
Usually I'm
An introversive sort
Enjoying MY world,
Of my own poems
And jokes and sights
And sounds and smells

Who cares if the baseball
Team is losing in the park
Or the concession stand
Business is slack?

I'm trundling along
In my own world,
I don't care …
Then came her.

I could say you,
But 'you' is so
Neuter … and you (her)
Are so feminine

So then came her
And now feigning
Extroversity
(I made that up)
I feel silly.

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