denied.

"the enquirers"

by sampedro.

this is the same old scenario
we have come to know and hate.
enter boy, seventeen, hopeless romantic,
dancing shoes on, ready for nothing.
enter the enquirers, effervescently.
the crew parades on over, dealt out neatly
into pairs, shuffles across the hardwood floor,
turns. one of them catches his eye.
they don't know what things are like
for him. they don't know how his life works.
they don't know their history,
what she has done, or not done,
or not thought through long enough to match
her confident reluctancies.
her whereabouts are questioned, and returned
with piteous frowning grin.
she could not come, he says. too bad,
they sympathize. their eyes divert
and not once more that night
is she discussed aloud. and yet
she haunts his mind, cringingly,
with installments of a disconcerting
dosage of illuminous chagrin.
fortified misfortunes were foretold.
boy discovers he can predict the future.

i don't wanna dance alone.
i don't wanna dance alone.

i am still going to wear the gold tie.

in other news,
it's not baseball !

i am to write another poem.
a great one.