So, I Found Waldo… One night I was traipsing my way home from the bar and there, down an alley, crumpled against a wall, was a figure that wouldn’t normally cause me to pause, except I noticed this familiar red and white striped sweater. Carefully I plodded down the alley and roused the bum, To which he snorted and grunted for me to go away, But when I caught a glimpse of his thick black glasses, I knew I had found the man I spent a childhood searching for. ‘Oh wow, you’re Waldo! Oh-my-god, I’ve found Waldo!’ Then hard as a hammer he struck at me and hissed: “You fool! Leave me be. I am no one special, oh, I have nothing no one could ever have missed!” ‘But…you’re Waldo…and I found you, all my life everyone’s been looking for you, and I’m the one that finally found you!’ “Yes… I am Waldo, and, yes, you found me, but whoever said I wanted to be found is a fraud. You see, I became lost for a reason. Now leave me be before I make people start wondering where you’ve gone.” ‘But…you’re Waldo…and I found you,’ I repeated, and left feeling defeated, feeling thoroughly rejected… /01/23/09 M. L. Michael
So, I found waldo
One night I was traipsing my way home from the bar
and there, down an alley, crumpled against a wall, was a figure
that wouldn’t normally cause me to pause,
except I noticed this familiar red and white striped sweater.
Carefully I plodded down the alley and roused the bum,
To which he snorted and grunted for me to go away, […]
Every Breath Poetic 