sizing_up tender_square he wears the garments of a guru, pure in white. his hair dyed a colour most unnatural. he walks to the grassy median, leans his back against a blooming redbud and sucks cancer into every weak branch of his lungs. he strolls the street from this center, peering into every open face of houses he will never own. in a confrontation, he was branded a weirdo, told that no one wanted him here. now he's on the persecution prowl, sizing up the owners, itching for a fight. 230509 what's it to you? who go blather from