Geoff walked in with his arms above
His tightly knitted woollen scarf
-we never told him that it made him look homeless.
He was raving about something today
Coffee in one hand,
briefcase in the other
-we’re all hoping he doesn’t spill either.
See, Geoff is kind of like a time-bomb
Except the clock got blown off by the
Damn terrorist kid cause the fool
Was bored playing with soccer balls
And decided to start pulling triggers
-story of Geoff’s life.
Today, though, he was in a particularly bad mood
-We know because he told us
Although he really didn’t have to
The arms said it all…
He was mad about kids
-probably because they keep messing up his clock-
About having to end his lecture early
-none of us knew yet-
But he was really upset
Threw the briefcase in the corner
And slammed the coffee down in a free space on his desk
-his desk was always a mess.
We all watched
Not really sure what to do
but -all feeling a little sorry for him-
I remember Stephanie walked up
Asked if he needed something
He just barked.
She meowed and left the room.
And that’s when Bob walked in
-All fine-tuned and proper-like
In a pressed suit – a little too
Calm settled in like a fog over Los Angeles
And Geoff got really quiet and drained of colour
And Bob made to shut the door
And Geoff sat down, subdued now
Like a bee after the sting.
We didn’t have to listen in
To know something bad had happened
Because when Geoff left
He was misty,
Like a fresh pond the morning after the thunder hit,
And he forgot about his coffee
His scarf hanging on one shoulder
-I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so refined.
Stephanie asked him where he was going
And in one word- we all knew-
Home.