Visual Poetry

When we meet
By : Mark Thomas

What We Saw

inside his smile was a shark’s fin at surfer’s paradise
and inside his invitation were the next-door Joneses

inside his small talk was a pair of callipers
and inside his monotone was his father’s rusty toolbox

inside the pockets of his marriage was a note from his mother

inside his question was the chalk outline of a crime scene
and inside his question was a season ticket to the blitz

inside the question was his Sunday suit
a size too small for any answer but his own.