WHEN THE LOUNGE LIZARD AD LIBS
Of course we were sitting in
the back and witnessed nothing
other than the usual head-bobbing.
A murmur of silence interrupted
and someone blocked the exits.
I can't remember much else,
a few empty trays of crackers,
cheese, I believe there was one
apparently larger than life.
Unapologetic, held up, arrestingly
dutiful. I must have just missed.
My duties were mostly outlined in grey
a list of could-beisums long
including every variant twice
or words to live modestly by like
don't be a liability to your own space,
take it up then wander off.
The excluded don't always leave early
their attention spans are just shorter.
I had folded my coat neatly
not knowing where learned,
probably a coat folding seminar.
Older over achievers again in the back
the ultimate Protestants.
Could have been a time killing seminar.
If I recall, the wallpaper was astonishing.
Gratitude almost in the air
then the food emanated
or seemed to butt in, appear.
THE INDIFFUSIBLE CACOPHONY OF STAID INTERACTIONS
ORATORIES THROUGH A WOMB WALL
Our hero of the two haircuts
one quite puffy on top, the other
halfway down the back
is prone to goodly Afro pride.
Not your Archie or Betty this
that's running as fast as can
pursued by unpromising paralytics
their uniforms precise and prohibitive.
The stench of prosperity, poison
tipped spears cha cha cha the air.
Origins like formalism throughout.
THE ALIGNMENT OF AN ALTRUIST
Standing awkwardly at the Tumorous Pump,
I was considering my options when
a figure approached from my blind side,
which is about ninety percent of all reality.
A young man dressed somewhat less than casually
insisted I subsidize his present needs.
He suddenly paused in his dialog
to thoroughly smell the air.
His eyes receded, a look of despair traveled
the extent of his red blotched face.
"You shite! he uttered, thereby
disappearing into some overhanging bushes.
I was not immediately tempted to join him merely
resumed my quest of ambivalent indifference.
Bio: Colin James has a book of poems, Resisting Probability from
Sagging Meniscus Press:
He lives in Massachusetts.
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