The First One has been
on the road of his life for only a few years
just long enough to seem wise beyond his years
His eye smiles are sludgy, mixing in with
almost every other facial expression.
I doubt that he has a real faith in anything,
(he mostly said it himself)
so I wonder if we might really be alike.
If you asked my opinion,
I’d say that on a walk in the park he’d
wonder about the way the squirrel thinks about his life,
if at all,
but in a joking sort of way,
of course;
He might think about the influence of a song to a poem
or a poem to a song or which came first,
but he doesn’t mean it usually.
Some days he isn’t actually joking-
those are the days I think I love him the most.
On the spot he will spew out the ridiculous
his teeth and eyes a fascination,
his face an endless infinity
that I might go around and around,
never getting too near,
smiling and crying for lack of response
smiling and crying.
The Second One always drifts away from a conversation;
a winter face, a thinner face,
the face of a small boy.
His lips demand to be deftly kissed,
like a victorious action
he speaks to you like a friend,
but seems to dismiss you.
Nothing in him says permanence.
He seems to deeply understand words and yet
act as though he is completely naive about them
maybe he’s a fraud, who knows.
Then in the back of my mind
I am sure and scared that he may just be a
fresh-faced, ever-youthful idiot trying to get you to
smoke in some back alleyway, but he listens, he seems patient,
he wears nice clothes, and you speak.
you speak to him but he keeps on changing the subject,
he keeps on smiling and you don’t know why it
never rubs off of his damned sweet looking face.
he might be innocent, maybe,
but it’s such a coy little smile that you have no choice but to smile back.
(when he walks into the room,
I stop everything I am saying and stare at him
and when they ask me what I was talking about I
suddenly don’t care about what I was going to say anymore).
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