A perfect setting

A Poem by Kleinmenn

I didn't mind the odd looks
nor the awkward stares

I walked in tall and proud
sat in the aisle seat of the third row
looking sharp in my black tuxedo and white tie

not red
not gray
never gray
I swear till my death
just
the lack of all color
and the sum of all color
in perfect harmony
shall I say contrast?
I think not

well,
my presence
my outfit
it was in honor of my friend
I wasn't going to miss today
not with all the effort I put into it

20 minutes in
I realized
I was in the wrong place
the pastor said
with a tear in his eye
"Kenny loved life, he loved adventure, and he loved his apple pie"

No. that's a lie. Kenny hated apple pie
apple danish, he loved, especially with cheese
but not the pie. no way. no how.

I stood up, put my shades on
oh yes, I forgot to mention
I had shades with me,
well, I put them on, stood up, and walked out.

I walked through the hallways,
listening in to each room
and then
I heard it

"he hated life, he despised adventure, and most of all, he hated his apple pie"

Yup, that was him, for sure.
I walked in
after opening the door
to a room full of women

all of them
every single one
was wearing a black tuxedo and white tie

half were crying
the other half
were emotionless
the same half
the same
other half

the stoics stood up
walked out
the cry babies
cried
danced
and
at once
in utterly imperfect unison
collapsed

all
was quiet
dead
quiet

I walked in
to say goodbye
to Kenny

I'll miss you old fart
at least
on Tuesdays