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In a Newport
You see a lot of things if you
 stand in the same spot for not even a long time
 And it’s all different- 
 every single one is a poser in their own right
 At some, I raise my eyebrows
 in which I’m scolded with the word “variety”
 So they lay down and just watch
 like a resting dog curious of its own paw
 
 I met a lot of people
 and I don’t even know their name
 Which fascinates me…………
 
 A precocious young man
 in a knee length petticoat 
 Gray, like the lines of his sexuality.
 He’s as slick as the bangs he 
 pushes back so we can see his
 “I don’t give a damn
 about the God Damned”
 expression.
 
 I saw him later consoling himself
 with dark Columbian coffee 
 he drank through a straw.
 
 That striking face
 straight out of a Tim Burton film
 sitting at Bento Go Go
 shuffling cards and cigarettes
 Like he didn’t know how great the sight
 of his beard seemed to me.
 The line was moving or I swear to God
 I’d take a picture to remember
 those finely pixeled stubbles
 
 A man, maybe in his thirties
 Choked his neck with cashmere
 and buried himself in wool—he was alone
 So naturally, I felt sympathetic towards the poor cocoon
 which I then wrapped myself in—
 Because essentially I am alone
 So, I’m about to comment on the weather
 Or some s***
 When he took a face shot on his camera phone
 so, instead, I just told him it wasn’t that cold outside
 
 A beautiful girl in a fedora
 That matches her dark hair and
 eyes that seem to know how good she looks
 Stands against the rail
 Scared to move, to nod her head yes
 Yes. This is why I’m here
 And so, I push her aside
 Nodding my head that I’m here
 
 The annoying little old girl
 smashed against my ear
 Keeps professing her love
 to the girl in front of me
 laughing at her own lesbian jokes
 Wondering aloud if we knew they were jokes
 “not that she cared”
 I wanted to turn around right then 
 and kiss her on the lips
 so they’d shut
 
 We’re walking back to the garage,
 where we parked reality,
 Making a jackass of ourselves on High
 and these strangers stare back at us
 Like who are You
 
 I’ve met a lot of people
 And I don’t even know their name
 which saddens me
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