#suzanne
Subdued and serene,
His eyes feast on the
Crowd gulping down
Their sprits with haste;
A sea of faces clinking
Glasses and ******* face—
Transparent beings who
Masquerade as Players,
Kings and Queens,
Sexpots and Swankers.
His kaleidoscopic
Mind captures their
Emptiness and
Art is born on canvas
Through his piercing
Gaze and careful
Paint strokes
Observing they
Who cannot observe
For themselves.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
He insisted we go down
To a place near the river
He was briefly obsessed with the boats
And explained he didn't have anywhere to stay that night.
All these constant changes of subject,
And weird self-obsessions,
Then he calls ME half crazy,
As if that would make his company pleasant.
Why does he keep checking the origin
Of my tea
And of my oranges.
He's a loveless, non-committal fool.
Just when you think
He understands what you're saying,
He says something stupid.
And I don't say anything,
Just let the river do the talking.
He's delusional about our relationship.
And he wants to come on vacation with me
And he doesn't seem to care to where,
And he thinks somehow I'd trust him,
And he makes lascivious comments about my body.
Jesus, how did sailing come into this?
Is he some evangelical nut?
Oh man, he is going on about this.
Sailing, and garbage and flowers and seaweed.
He clearly cannot maintain a train of thought.
I look at my watch,
I take out my mirror,
I practice my 'yeah, sure, I'm interested face.'
And again he's off again about coming on my vacation,
And again he doesn't care where to,
And again he thinks himself trustworthy
And again, with the unwelcomed comments about my body.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC