Talk With The Crowd
Crowd is an irascible friend.
She laughs when you don’t expect to be funny.
She doesn’t laugh when you want.
She says stuff that’s maddening
For being related
To something you said,
But not where you wanted the conversation to go.
She doesn’t hear a word your saying.
She sees stuff you should have, but didn’t.
Talking with the crowd is like skiing without snow
In your underwear.
Until you approach her
For what she is.
Greet her
And leave her
With exaggerated formality.
Lock eyes with a pair of hers at a time.
Win her piece-by-piece.
Flirt with her outrageously
But bring her to meet your mother.
Know what she knows
But explain everything thrice.
Let her glimpse your heart
Behind your lips,
And never pause…
Except for effect.
albi