Set of Tricks

small talk

conversation

with a stranger

I met on the street.

leading off with

a question for

the man with smelly

feet. asked him why

he’d rather die

than speak with me right

there. leaving now with

a frown left by

his amused stare.

Her Majesty, Lady Bug

cigarettes under the tree

in a hidden nook

the ladybug on my hand

beginning her book

she reads a few lines,

pausing for suspense

drowning me in our complex,

mortal synthesis

conclusion

I hear what you’re saying

but do I believe?

oh how I wish I could see on her sleeve.

I smell your perfume and I see your dark locks

but sometimes I feel I’ve been put in a box.

I ask myself questions but what can I say?

the answer will still be the same today.

-Keegan R.T. Roembke