Saturday, November 21, 2009

People Watching

Yet another poem written while sitting in a diner downtown.

PEOPLE WATCHING

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

"People watching"
I believe it's called.

Except
that's far too
happy sounding for how
cynical
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.