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The Weird Guy

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The Weird Guy

The Weird Guy


Aprils wet day has rained
Since sunrise
Mid-day
In a friendly café
The patter of skies falling water
Lost in the strangers chit chat

Un-listened to music
Bleats
But peaceful and calm
And glad we all are
Warm as we are
To sit and sup on beer
And coffees with brandy

Around me
So many unrecognizable faces
Banter back and forth
Saying “Hello” to friends
Spending their time careless 
In the welcome arms of “Waldemar’s” café

I sit alone

Perched on a bar stool
Breathing the smoke
My short drink cooling
I am surrounded by an invisible wall
Even the space around me
Is larger than most

I am writing
And the odd man
With the note pad and pen
Is left alone to his curious expression
And far way stare

And as usual
I am thinking of her

Her face, her auburn hair
Times we spend together
Somewhere
I don’t know where
Embraces and kisses we share
Somewhere
In the quizzical spaces of reality
She speaks to me
And in these moments
I am not alone

No not alone
Even though the empty place she preoccupies 
Sits filled by her at my side
Hangs there
A vacant arm wrapped round her waist
With all those small reminders
Of loves everlasting gratitude
As warm and supple as the hip beneath
The soft cotton of her dress

She smiles at me
Baby propped in the crook of her arm
Mother
Lover
And all three of us
Equal 
One

The curiosity of my expression
Holds the wistful seconds
Flooded out in silence
So many of the café crowd have noticed
The weird guy
With his note book and pen
Looks around and meets their hopefully unmarked stares
But he pays no attention
Doesn’t even see them
It’s the fall of curls and hazel eyes
He sees
And the world in a fuzzy haze
For now cannot break his desire and need
For a life still perched
Upon a bar stool seat

Waiting to happen

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  1. Date: 4/21/2009 1:33:00 AM
    This poem is a gush of exquiste talent .. I am enjoying my read of you thanks for comments.

  1. Date: 4/20/2009 6:31:00 AM
    All alone in a room full of people but never alone in your heart. May everyone be blessed with a weird guy in their life.

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 4:50:00 PM
    Holy Moly, I mean - seriously, really? Um...you heard me - i'm dumbfounded at this spectacular, shining, f'ing awesome write!!! Best of yours ever. in my faves. know why? I am that weird guy. that's me! But, weird girl, always. I feel you in this, in me, in all those who want and can't have; all those who KNOW how to cross boundaries...invisible spaces of "Yes, I'm there, i know you can feel me" but to everyone else? You never freaking moved. I'm clapping. and loud. love, Kristin

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 9:31:00 AM
    I am there in this place watching all this unfold..such beauty and love..I love the notebook and pen line...that is me..always with a pen and notepad jotting down thoughts before they divorice my thoughts.....i hope this bar stool dream becomes a reality and that she is willing to journey into your heart.

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 7:26:00 AM
    She is (will be) the luckiest of all. Nothing weird about this guy. You continue to write compelling poetry that one cannot but help fall spell to. Love, Shar

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 6:43:00 AM
    Just wanted to add, the title caught my eyes and I'm glad it did. He may seem weird to others around him because he sits alone with his pad and pen... dreaming... Love the description of rain here(The patter of skies falling water)...(And as usual I am thinking of her). So many wonderful lines...You never know what hopes and dreams are living within that weird person but if you are fortunate enough to ever find out, you will see that they are not as weird as you think...Just lonely.

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 6:40:00 AM
    This lingers long after I am done reading it for the fourth and fifth time. Quite beautiful. :) :) "and all three of us equal one" LOVE that line. Love C

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 6:25:00 AM
    My dear Collin, such such beauty here, I felt like I was watching a love story unfold, as this amazing daydream is told...hoping that soon after she would come and turn all those wonderful thoughts into a sweet reality..I am mesmerized by your words and your unique style, From beginning to end-where do I begin.A heartfelt write of truth, love, hope and longing.I have sat alone and dreamed a thousand dreams of Mr Right and I hope he comes soon right along with Mrs Right for you.GB Always, Tyesha