Geoff Page: Two Poems
Americans are so polite
All that “Mr President”,
the gracious ante-bellum South,
the way their troops in WWII
always wore their shirt-sleeves down,
the prevalence of “Sir” and “Ma’am”
not only from a maître d’,
the way musicians brought on stage
are introduced as “Miss” or “Mister”.
Americans may swear in bars
but, for today, I’m held by how
a young black woman, seen on YouTube,
pulled over for a missing light,
is saying by her boyfriend’s body:
“You shot four bullets into him, Sir.”
Geoff Page
Be advised
Be advised,
you smoochy duos,
I’m not sipping
here alone.
Solitude is
not a danger
when tapping on one’s
mobile phone.
My friends encircle
me on Twitter,
Facebook and
on Instagram.
Like Descartes, I
do not grow bitter.
“I text,” he pecked,
“therefore I am.”
Geoff Page
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