I see the guys that talk to you
And I see the ones that you talk to
I don’t think you see me
I’m the one in the back with his head in his Moleskine
We’ll say that I’m sketching
Yes, sketching
Because, in a way, that’s what I’m doing
Your left side is your better side
That’s what you think
That’s what everyone else thinks
But I’ll tell you, it’s nowhere near as good as your right
Your brown eyes could go either way, depending on the mood
It’s your nose which is troublesome
I’m tempted to just write ‘nose’
But it’s part of the picture, to show its shape
To show how it’s fairytale-witch-like
Now I’d mention how villainous your lips are
The fullness of them
But it’s that little gap that forms between them
Which shows off your angelic side
The one that’s there when it looks as if you’re trying not to smile
It’s like not even God knew what to make of you
But that’s just me
And what do I know? I’m just that guy writing in his Moleskine
LITTLE TALKS 