People Are Strange Poem by Sean Hill

i listened to a conversation
just the other day
about some things
and absolutely nothing,
i shouldn't have been listening
but i just, couldn't -resist;
the temptation was frightening
and electric mind and body numbing.
overwhelmed and sweating
i leaned in a little closer
before, i couldn't hear but only fragments:
bits and pieces -angels and demons for sure (and)
i would've sworn she told him something
undecipherable at the time (purely)
more intently i was sure i heard him whisper
-slight and nothing more than soft breath (breathing)
and she smiled (oh yes) she smiled
and he frowned but smiled right after
and they both laughed at the same time.
a stranger walked by and stopped
-Right, In -front of my line of sight (disgusting)
it was appalling to hear him say
-Right In -front of my line of listening
'God is a kid with an ant farm.'