Not so magnetic poetry

I was in a cafe last night, trying to work on a story away from the seductive powers of my high speed internet connection, and I was suddenly inspired to write a poem. It’s only the second I’ve written in my entire life and I’m sure it shows. But I figure if some hack British writer can post his own writing exercises then I can post mine. Sadly it’s always the children who suffer.

ESPRESSO PARANOIA

She’s watching me, I think.

Girl in pink, chewing on her hands free cord.

I wonder if he’s watching me.

Guy with the Harvard hat and warmups,

with a dress shirt. How tacky.

She’s definitely watching me.

Guy who looks like a model.

Not too pretty, winning at a computer game.

Now he’s watching me.

His Harvard hat is on backward.

Seriously, warm up pants.

Her boyfriend’s here now.

That’s not fucking cool.

His boyfriend’s here too.

Not the pretty one, the one with the pants.

Go figure.

Nobody’s watching me.

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