People enjoy watching people,
judging a jogger's gate,
cloth, teeth, hair,...
so many foreheads:
Pillow wrinkles or puzzlement,
IRS fret or booze headache.
 
Park bench or phone booth,
stroller seat or cardboard
box, eyes read a language
of motion, their own cryptic
bias deciphering, and breaking
every personal code.
 
He doesn't want his wife
to know something.
That guy just put his dog down.
The old man is stingy, his hat's
too tight, lady stiletto's boyfriend
just told her that he has chlamydia. 
Gum on a sneaker, lint on a hem,
the sour smell of urine
without the fresh stain.

But the moment we put people
into words choose the words
to paint impression, we are
wrong; distorting the visual
ruining the brain flick
Bread crumb deconstruction
under the crunch