From behind my shades my eyes
Scan the crowd. I hear them talking
But don’t understand it. The market
Is packed and this is a ripe target,
I say to myself. That man with
The mustache has stood there too
Long. That guy there is digging
Through his pockets a little nervously
Why is that stand missing a vendor?
I don’t care for the way the
Children run, their movements
Are far too unpredictable and erratic
That mustached man is still…
Is he staring at me? I lean forward
And strain for a better view
Brow furloughed, knuckles white
From clenched hands… “Maty? Where
Are you, bro?” Concentration breaks
“Did you hear what he said?” It’s brunch
Now. Downtown with Tommy and Derek
“Did you hear what Tommy asked you?”
My heart continues to flutter.
No. Can we pay our tab
And leave, please
Hypervigilant
Published
Dude, I found you on Patreon. I’m a fellow veteran and creator there. Why aren’t you posting this stuff? Seriously, there are people out there who would want to support you if you use the site. Check out my profile to see what I mean.
https://www.patreon.com/jondavis
This is a reshare from another post, but all other stuff is mine. I should get back on and starting using it. I created the profile and long time ago and forgot about it.
Yeah, it is a slow march to get to be successful on it. My profile pledges to give 20% back to veterans who create… but I can’t find any. Seriously though, I would like to be your first patron, but you got to put your stuff out there. I read a few already and it is really good. Since you are doing it already for free, post it to patreon.