ARRIVISTE
(oh, just one of those guys)
He's just gotten here, with his rapier and his
doctrinaire wit - nothing anyone can control.
I'm watching him eat ideology for dinner. He's
really a goof - the tuck of the arm and the nod
of the head, always and simply moving something.
People come to his table to say hello, or talk, and
wind up walking away having signed their own
napkin. Suitable attire for him? I say, concrete
shoes and a derby hat, a doggie bag and
and a lobster trap. Yes, yes, let him
go down singing, with a rubber
band around his claws.
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