When will he be discovered
not hiding in the background
trying to recover from another
one of those foot in mouth incidents
where it was never known what was said
as conversations were mute
and gestures came out on top
but these sign languages
have their own set of rules
that never seems to apply
to another Casanova fool
who has seen one too many
old black and white movies
yet is as smooth
as five o'clock shadows
that leaves tell tale signs
of a simmering passion
that reeks of bad cologne
and no calling zones
on compact cell phones
with the inevitable
exchanging of numbers
that never seems to connect
to anything really practical
Why he is still sitting there
beneath clouds of blue smoke
admiring his cuticles
checking the time once again
but it is already half past
his latest brush with rejection
so what is the point
of checking out reflections
from narcissist people
who seem to be staggering drunk
through a darkened entry way
disappearing into the streets
to destinations unknown?

mathiasthom
written 11/21/09