Wednesday, April 25, 2012

the nerd that sits in front of me


he wears
glasses and a
clunky silver watch. an
obscure chemical
company polo
drapes over his
anorexic frame.
his hair is
moussed in a
hasty patch of
exposed scalp and
finger pinched tufts,
only in front,
where he can see, the
rest is left
untreated,
puffy, and
sleep shaped with
sparse tufts
along his puny
skeletal jaw.

he raises an
atrophied arm,
nonchalantly
scratches his neck
which,
ascetically,
cannot
support
his head, and
exposes the shiny white
tag behind his
collar. he folds
it,
and rolls
it
back and forth
between his
knobby fingers, then
fades out of
existence as
natural selection takes
it's
course.

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