Writing to the soul of the new romantic –

I can’t get his face out of my mind because

it always comes upon me so suddenly

Walking to somewhere, he comes down the path half bent to the side with a packed bag, talking to himself as if reasoning out a problem, hand gestures for company and face beset with resolution going somewhere figuring something out

 

Meanwhile as soon as I’ve passed him I know that

the two three men in neon topped shirts and all kindsa pockets

& texture it seems screams security guard

 

Few steps closer and of course I read “safety” on the

arm

I mean thank god for safety, I guess I feel safe

now?

But I just wanna know where they came from, deployed from some central like neon bees to defend the nest, the  colony, the queeeeen

 

I’m waiting for one of em to speak into their walkie talkie (there must be others around, blanket the area), because they stand in a triangle, faces searching (to the sky, almost like hounds sniffing) and all look quite desolate. Just as I’m passing one picks up the talkie and says something about grey beanie, appears to have [gets muffled here, he mumbles] heavy bag [?].

 

Did he have a grey beanie? Yeah I believe so, I know exactly where he went, into Mary Gates but I don’t really want them to find him. He seemed oblivious, quite frank with himself wasn’t bothering me, and they, their faces, looked so hostile! I almost stopped and asked but I would’ve given him away…. Or I could’ve pointed them in the wrong direction [snickers from all sides].

 

Let me ask, let me wonder: was he a direct threat to the uni’s safety? I can think of threats all day…

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money- threat                                                       violence-threat (-ens to loosen the whole sweater by a single 

thread).

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This guy seems to like campus. But bah I do not know, perhaps “safety” deems him something more, maybe they’ve watched him long enough (how?) (why?) and know what he’s really about. I know nothing but that I’d like to have a conversation with him over lunch!