he had no rhythm
out of step with the beat
so he made his own beat
carried it with him
as he walked down the street
he was adagio in an allegro world
playing in a forgotten minor key
always in the wrong place
at the wrong time
always a day late
a dollar short
he didn’t give a damn anymore
sir eccentric- mr. irrelevant
an invisible man
society was dead to him
so he read from his books
and admired his paintings
drank some fine gin
he was quite comfortable
with the world he lived in
a world of his own
no he didn’t care
