Vendor speak

"How much is this for ?"
Eight dollars,
sells the old man with tied hair
I lift the auburn color stones
woven into a necklace, embrace it to my neck
look into the mirror, the old hand holds.

What are you learning here?
"World-Affairs-Economic Policy"
My foot! he yells, don't bullshit,
with a Gramsci and Marx adherent
I am not a babyboomer,
I sell the stones, the beads
I was the Anti-Vietnam war slogan
I want a state for Palestinians
Till then, will not step on the Israeli land,
yet I am a Jew.
"I like the necklace,
But aren't you an American?"
A different one, surely yes. I want war,
Iran to be bombed
"Oh, why the war?"
I am the Anti-Ahmadinejad protester
I am happy the Shias rule Iraq
"Oh, why no inclusiveness?"
That is true! the old man pauses
Hillary is my choice, not Obama
"Why not McCain, if war is what you want"
Republicans are outdated, the old man drifts
I never had this conversation ever before
No one asked me questions, the old man smiles

On the steps of Low Library
is a fair of sorts
with paradoxes galore
dont judge the man,
tells my friend not until
you know him some more.