The Conversation or The Finer Things In Life? That is the question. I decided on The Conversation. The other was too presumptuous.

A Mid week Carl Poem...Well, not really a poem, a thing...

...And now, by your eyes, I see that I'm boring you. So let's have another glass of wine and consider the sunset, the people, and the bay; intensely and with jutted jaw and narrowed eyes. I'll cross one leg over the other, and pretend I'm not upset. I'll pretend it doesn't matter while I make plans to leave you, and live on a farm in Portugal. Cobblestones. I want cobblestones in the early morning light while going to gather bread. But for now, my fingers inquisitively investigate a greying-haired chin, Platonic mind enquiring, pretending not to care...