Saturday, November 21, 2009

People Watching

Yet another poem written while sitting in a diner downtown.


Every now and then,
I like to go out,
find a place to sit,
and watch people.

"People watching"
I believe it's called.

that's far too
happy sounding for how
my event is.

I typically make fun
of the people
and wish them
various incurable diseases.

I wonder how often
it works,
and someone
ends up dead
the very next day
because of me.

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