there he was
he sat infront of me
today
he sat there
his moldy face
his crew cut
in front of me

that there,
that strange man
reading the foreign hieroglyphics
looking out my window

his smell haunted me
seeped thru my clothes
made me choke on his hovering shadow

the stranger
that strange man
he sat there
reading all day
small light above
his amber eyes
stared back at me
wondered if I was the one
wondered if I was getting off



© 1997 David Greg Harth
97.10.20.21:28:00 @ NYC USA