The Coming of Adam

OK, so I met this guy at work.
He's sort of cute and he says he's
a poet too. Name is Adam
something-or-other. He said,
with a sly smile on his face,
that he'd be happy to put your
poems on his web site; he said
he'd make you your own
section. I looked at his site;
he's a good designer but
I must say, you free-verse poets
are just plain over my head.
I can't tell if he's really good or
really bad. I'll leave my computer
on his web site when I go to
sleep; you can come take a look
and see if you approve. He's
quite charming and, I'm happy
to say, didn't skip a beat when
I told him I'm a bug lover.
I think he might be slightly
crazy though. First off, he walks
with a walking stick, or rather,
he sort of hobbles. We went out
for coffee and we were asking
each other those uncomfortable
questions people ask when they're
getting to know each other. I
asked him what his biggest pet
peeve is and he said, "Bad
pronunciation." Now I'm
afraid to open my mouth in
front of him. Can you believe
that, though? Not money in
politics. Not misguided wars.
Not the state of health insurance.
Bad pronunciation. Go figure.
In any case, I think he might be
good for both of us. Check out
his site and let me know what
you think.

(2007)