sounding so surprised
like you're sharing
a personal treatise
you say
you know
he looks so greasy
with all his sailor tattoos
and his tight white yellowing tank
threadbare
like a comic prop
stretched over his
hop filled belly
but
he really is the nicest guy
you'd ever know
instantly i feel so funny
i've never known you
to render such judgements
with any meaning at all
i can't tell
if you're convincing yourself
or if this is directed at me
maybe you just feel
enthusiasm
an excited taste
for things not being
what they appear to be
what a queer sort you were
things you said
your strange actions
always behaving
the like of a father to me
maybe it's a clue
maybe it's a key
everybody saw the best
wished i would grow
into my oversized vest
only problem was
i saw no point
in me
