I sat with a poem…

.

I sat with a poem

over burrito and coffee

in a shopping mall.  Shot

‘getting to know you’

questions. We eyed

each other, politely.  Like trying to listen

to a foreign accent.  I motioned

to my ears the noise.  We had nothing

in common.  We stayed a little

longer then suddenly it held up the teaspoon

and bent it before my eyes.

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Afternoon Transformation

.

Shirt wriggled, hung

broad tailed, tie loose knotted,

sock ankled.

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At lights hitting

the walk button that’d blow

up the mathematics block. Unkempt

doesn’t reflect on him

but fashions his scorn

for Miss forcing

x – 3 = fix

.

your uniform.

“Where is your hat?”

y + up yours

he wishes he  could say

louder.  Her eyes heard

it anyway.

.

Taking time in the mirror

to fix skate cap 12deg from centre, shorts

2/7ths below boxers.  A new

.

slouch on a deck

of forward momentum.

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