A poem about eating popcorn...

Eating Popcorn in the East Village

Drinking beer in a small East Village bar

I met an attorney

From Australia

An Australian esquire

Emma

That was her name

She seemed sad and arrogant at the same time

They are one-in-the-same, I suppose

Then

I left

After too much beer

I needed to pee

Then

I had to purchase something

to use the store's scummy little bathroom

A small bag of popcorn

That's what I bought

It cost 69 cents

It was night now

And I ate it while walking down Third Avenue

So this is how it came to be

That I ate popcorn in the East Village

While walking down the street

And thinking of Emma

Urban Simplicity.