In a quiet room
Surrounded though alone,
Eyes stare blankly-
Mind’s stuck in a phone.
Dark dingy back room parlor
Josh Hartnett served simply
My roommate sat farther
She talked- speaking briskly
He seldom leaned over
Pouring glasses for the tipsy
She became lucid sober
‘Twas her eyes made her frisky
She couldn’t believe I ordered
Stepped up to get closer
He splashed me some whiskey
I lean on the bar, and into my shoulder
I thought as I watched
Amber drops hit the glass
He looked at me
This was just a passing chance
On those about town
On those we see around.
Intent on leaving
Small talk survival
Minneapolis to La Crosse
We can get lost
On the no-one-will-stop-me policy
Here, showcased for the recital
They’ve caught on to me
Alert words signal my arrival
Life on ice,
Trains vs. Cars
On to where the tracks lay
Lying all the while
Spoke of being on time
Waiting hours with luggage piled.
Front and Center,
Grotesque Smile walking out and towards me, those thoughts in my head. Nearing Walter, thinking of Lind, walking to Magrath, the evening begins. I saw and registered just this one person…
Front of the class with Scott Stapp. The lead singer of Creed, and I, and we stand. AKA a TA. This is life at the bus stop waiting in the cold, thinking of thoughts old. Bold people wearing exposed flesh standing apart. Ice crusted sidewalk, I look across the street to see a mirror; people just like me. The worst song on my iPod, shuffles in my ears-God.
I come to.
Probing my audience: making an obvious point (to some). Those who aren’t dumb, at least, some. Thumbs down, this is me, this is how I believe. Aught’ to be, Show you how I see. A “U” and “X”- unstressed and stressed-not a stretch. Not far off, lines and rhymes aloft. FACT.
We make a somewhat apprehensive white board dance in tight pants. Look at the sad crowd, relax.
Scansion of poetry: iambic, prosody, diction, expansion; an explanation of situations, objective subjection, an aggressive reaction, which could lay wastage. Justified. I fold at the masses, scoff at this interaction. I feel defeated, but undamaged. I feel this comedy is tragic.
That’s just Shakespeare talking though. He might have been one person.
Someone yells from the back of the class, “You are just one person!” I am apparently one person… Can you believe that? I can’t.
Then I thought about it-
Other examples of “just one person”:
Get it? Said just one person.
In tight black jeans that fit me perfectly;
White pills distract with connect the dots.
Downtown pale steam-filled air hangs overhead;
Presently cold defines hot.
-3 PBR’s and 2 American Spirits später.
I wait for my girl to get back home.
Suddenly, standing patient at The Light Rail station:
-Seems like ages,
-So many changes.
Our ears and lips occupied our phones.
Sit seat to the airport in heat, up, afoot, breath absorbed, as I walk forward thru open doors all alone.
-One step at a time in leather boots brown.
-Hurriedly getting aboard.
Looking around, there’s not much for people tonight.
A Monday, a frigid display of days to come, an opposite glance of the summer moments we’ve come to love.
-Ubiquitous dim light.
This ding-ding-ding sound as the dated capsule closes, and lurches forward.
Exploring diverse sorts,
Touching tender sores to feel more,
Rich to poor-it matters not anymore.
Will she be late?
Will she forget the date?
Has she run off to explore?
Peace to war,
Snooze to bore,
We meet open arms to embrace, a feel-good support.
-Playing with you, fair friend.
Momentary heavy thoughts fill my head.
People complain about the relationships they’re in.
That is because they are not really in one.
They have not the strength to come to terms and begin one.
Self-respect means being honest with oneself, truly-without a doubt.
An old math teacher once told me, “If it works, it’s gotta be right.” *
We met up again tonight.