Poem 29

[The Subtle-poet]

Walking through the park
I stood quietly
in the dark

Something supicious
Something specious

caught my eye

A black veiled chair
salient there, between the trees


approaching it
I could see a man

hair
w/ fine clothes

I levitated by the ground

a man so serious


it's curious
his words - muttered

I felt like butter


blue & red butterflies lingered about his coat

he muttered & tacitly explained

I couldn't know
At times he was seeming vying

venal

inclining with his manners

I could have sworn i'd seen a painting of him
once before

scoffing

the start cross chair
hinted at nothing

then the charmlessness of the world
cave through

"Hi there"

- "Stop"

" I'm not going anywhere"