A Poem –

Pulling his baseball hat
over his eyes
he knew

it was about to begin,
he didn’t want to watch

Soon, he’d make
his way to the door-
walk down the steps
into the nighttime.
They wouldn’t see
him again

He’d sat-
Bent his ear-

Nothing changed
Fake smiles
Fake nails
Fake thoughts

They didn’t ask him,
they didn’t know him
they knew him plenty

So they went on
with their laughing
and their falseness

until everyone
around them
was gone

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

Pink Eye – Odd Walking Thoughts

The bus was crowded and I didn’t have time.  You crowded me further with your pink eye.  You told me that you could change your eye color at will.  I didn’t believe you.  I watched from the bus window as you walked to your door.  Your house was dark.  The steps were old and wooden.  Your house had broken walls.  Now you’re gone and I still don’t know if you changed your eye color.