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an agreeable sound.
The newness of the whole situation was somewhat appealing
but it had it's shock value and he was still just a self-righteous boy in blue loafers.
He took so long to clean up his mess the maggots came in to manifest
on his rotten dialect which appealed to none of us.
My bad habits had become subconscious, and involuntary
and I packed them away in a rather occupied division of my brain
which I think has actually taken my intellect to a state of regression
but has not reproduced long enough for anyone else to notice
not even the boy in blue loafers.
His voice was like tumbling rocks underwater
so that if you listened just closely enough and waited long enough after he spoke
you could get the general idea of what he just said.
But I was loud, and boisterous and unattractive but still what I said was impressive
if you erased my redundancy and my inclination to stutter.
My hair was in my eyes all tangled and matted and my face was blotchy
and he kept looking at ugly old me
and I kept looking at his ugly blue shoes.
I remember the first time I approached him he was lying on a blue bench
upside down his eyebrows all raised and he said he was looking at the clouds
but sat up to ask me what I was reading.
when I told him he mumbled something that I can't quite remember
I kept looking at the big Oak trees because I was nervous to look him in the eye.
He had ugly eyes.
And I had a blue ribbon in my hair that kept flapping against my ears.
He wasn't as perceptive as you would suppose
he would have been much more inspiring if he would have shared a thing or two
of what he thought about someone else
but then again he was such a self-involved person.
He wasn't a very memorable at all
except for those ugly blue loafers.
And maybe if he had just leaned forward a little more when he said
"I'm lazy"
I would have understood who he was. instead of detaching himself the way he did.
When I got up to leave, I purposely left my green poetry book on
the blue bench he was sitting on
and he leaned into the book
realizing I wasn't impressed by him.
or his blue loafers.
I took one last look at the trees and him and the bench
then went home
and blew away.