0023

the meaningless man leaves no footprints entering the town,
not one person looks at him with even a frown,
entering the bar to ask for a drink,
poured quickly to avoid the bartender to think,
sipping slowly observing the people talking,
his eyes dart around the room stalking,
his face turning from blank to desire,
his heart pumps more blood at the moment from inspire,
approaching a person seen across the other side,
being bumped by another an inevitable collide,
swearing from a group of people with sudden stare,
everyone in the room now focused with care,
they think about him with assumptions about his intention,
but no one speaks to another to mention,
leaving the room quickly back out into the street,
now leaving an imprint in the mud by his now noticed feet.