Quirky Keen
He’s just so different,
more so than me and you
Got a most unconventional walk,
and an odd meter pause when he talk
As if some fluttering revelation
feather dropped into his mind
in the middle of a quixotic thought
Notice closely how he ties his shoes,
observe carefully
how he stipulates his personal hygiene rules
He’s a carbon-based, oxygen fuel anomaly
Every breath he takes,
every move he makes
is predicated by a rate of change society wind speed
In the cerebral game of thrones,
his intellectual property is cosmic tertiary owned
It’s futile to fight against the force
of this quirky keen ...
he’s thinking ten steps ahead of you
every time it seems
Pasqual knows so many government dark secrets,
yet he doesn’t have a public story to tell
He lives in his own isolated Arctic world —
a self-created, mental insulated igloo shell
Quirky keen is his spiritual innervisions,
quirky keen is his empirical decisions
Hyper-awareness is a string of pearls
within his treasure chest of consciousness
Quirky keen is a special teen
with neural abilities heretofore unseen
Pasqual’s keenly aware of the gifts in his possession;
his quirky attitude
is often displayed with a gentle, aloof detachment
As a child he decided that fame was not his
preferred destiny,
choosing instead to live in complete
obscure anonymity
Some would assess this to be
a pauper edict issued by a quirky keen
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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