Watching by Steven Leith
The King is singing Anka’s memories
holding her close
slow dancing
and whispering into her ear
I walk into a Wisconsin convenience store
con is a coincidence
I notice the green game shirts
I walk into the bathroom
another green game shirt is a man
probably 46
probably lives in his mother’s basement
I ask him if there’s a
Monday night game
he answers yes
sit down in a stall
consider the king
surrounded by black walls
look to the left
look to the right
the words are written
by knife maybe
probably 46 was here
probably lives in his mother’s basement
return to the store
I notice the women in green game tank tops
probably 46 hasn’t arrived for them
probably live somewhere
lucky them
maybe probably 46 has one of them
a man sits in a basement
watching a game
drinking a beer his mother bought
wondering where he became lost
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Inspired by whatever
and the real whatever
I wish would have painted words
when I drove thru Chicago tonight
Another evocative piece from the unknown poet (or poets) of the Flagstaff Missed Connections. I feel very fortunate that I was able to discover and save so many excellent poems over the years.
