Suit Yourself

Poems in:Pocket

Eating pizza in a parlor,
sitting all alone . . .

And then a man stands behind me
just a little to the left;
and he just stands,
his body aimed my way;
and he just stands . . .

Not yet standing far enough away
and so I cease my pizza eating,
cock my head his way
and I just stare;
out of the corner of my eye
I just stare . . .

"Another time" he says before he moves away.
Suit yourself is my sole reply,
and since he keeps his child between us
my voice is spoken soft;
he cannot hear this
'Suit yourself.'
But has he seen my eye?

I do not know this man from Adam,
or should I say from Ed?
I know not his thinking problem
nor what has gotten to his head;
but he is rude.
He is just very plainly
rude.

I am not in the mood.

Out on the street
and having coffee
I'm just standing, passing time,
someone passes close behind -

"A thing to make you laugh."

What?
Do I appear in need of laugher?
I am not in the mood.
Then very shortly after
comes a woman wearing red
and so she trips
and nearly can't recover -

"There's a lip!"

or so she did exclaim,
but there's no lip!
Why did she trip?
It is a linguist's skit!
- there is no lip -
and yet she tripped!

The only lip is mine . . .

"You must choose a side"

What? To chose between the flags
they've painted red or blue?
I do not believe this
ever to be true
they will not make me
so to choose . . .

"You must hold my hand"

some dad said to his kid
who then went boom
down on the pavement
face streaming now with tears -

Is this some skit?
I think I'll take the hit,
I'll not be holding hands,
I'll not be seeking fans
among a crowd so cruel . . .

"We'll just follow you . . ."

That's just not true.
They will not take my lead
nor will they yet take heed -
they will not speak the truth.

I recall a bitter man
who sent a letter filled with powder -
powder colored white,
powder to His Honor,
Mr. Jeffords he did write -
but it was wrong.
It was not
how one responds
to such mad skits.

So Mr. r-Ed I'm takin' over
or so they did suggest,
for she did trip
upon my bitter lip
and

"we'll just follow you . . ."

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