HE WALKS BY

bottlecap shades, walks down the street
with an air of nonchalance
as he strides past
and doesn't seem to mind the world around him
as he goes
on an endless search
for scattered poetry on the ground

A romantic in the making's subject
becomes an object of obsession
one enveloped in mystery
behind a tinted glass sanctuary

i could only lust
@ what lies hidden
beyond this poet's mind
i could only yearn,
as i trail him from behind.
And he doesn't know
how i scrutinize (him)
with microscope-like eyes
and how this desire grows
into majestic proportions
day by day by day by day

As he walks on by
with his eyes hidden behind
bottle-cap shades.

*** for LL 1993 -- my gawd, i'm recycling old poetry... am i becoming pathetic... ??? hope not =c