Sunday, March 22, 2009

Lay off of my Bluetoothed shoos


I see a guy walking
down the outside mall, talking
to no one. Then, I see the small
appliance in his ear.

I hear a guy sitting
in a café seat beside me, talking
to a computer screen — Is it me
he's talking to?
Then, I
know that on the other side
of his head there must be an
appliance in his ear.

I know the guy sitting
across the table, talking
to no one. But he's not able
to stop — He's off his meds, perhaps? —
since I know
          there is no
appliance in his ear.