I thought you came to the cafe last night.
You talked, asked me things.
I was tongue-tied. Zipped.
I just smoked and stared at you.
Blank. Cold. Creepy.
It bothered you: nose-flared.
You stormed out….
A few moments later you stormed back in.
You weren’t finished yet.
The glass came handy.
You splashed the water on my face
Then smashed the glass on my head.
I was out cold on the floor… bleeding.
My eyes popped out and rolled on the sidewalk.
The dogs played pool with them.
It was hilarious!
Those who wait and wonder
Those who run to the summit
Those who race to the end –
Death is good escape for fake heroes.