Popularity Poem by RIC BASTASA

without the numbers
and the name
for what is popularity
then?

i like the privacy
of incognito
walking all alone
along the
busy corners of the
mall
taking all its own
time
outside
tasting the
sweetness of
the park
and the familiarity
with the
streets

watching time
passing by
savoring the
slow pacing
of loafing
thinking and
pondering
without the
shallow
shrieking
screaming
demanding
mob
who for all you
know
has always cheated
on you
and if you are not
too careful
at the end
steals and
destroys you.