Non-poem 2

[itsallgrandlike]

The first had a beautiryl beardline,
The moustache full, the sides light
He couldn't take his eyes off the old women.

The second I never saw
Just the side of his face as he sat beside me.
All I wanted was to place my head between
the nook of his head and shoulder,
smell him and rest awhile.

The third was dressed in Mod, 
with eyes for the women;
straight as straight can be.
At this stage, I was engrossed in the memory of the other two
Just when I came out of it, our eyes locked and we both knew.
Then I got off.

A typical train ride a month ago, and yet one that flashes in my mind's eye
now and again.