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Ellen Bee Oct 2013
He walked into the store singing,
"He's an old hippy and he don't know what to do..."
Coke-bottle glasses on his face and a
Guitar case slung over his shoulder with
An American flag sticking out of it.
Plastic grocery bag with assorted items.
Band aids, cheap bottle of wine, Hershey bar...
There's an ear bud for an iPod in his ear.
He holds ******* to it and says,
"Radio silence."

Then he says,
"I saw him at the store.
I'm going to be the first to see him."
He grabs a forty of Icehouse
and brings it to the counter.
Into his own ear he says,
"I'm off duty. I can drink a beer if I want to.
Uh-huh. Okay. Radio silence."

He pulls out a tattered paperback book.
He tells the cashier that as he reads the pages
he rips them out and throws them into the fire.
He tells her his story.

His wife left him after twenty-two years
of marriage, nine years ago.
She ran off with a thirty-one year old man
when she was thirty-nine.
She met this man on the computer he'd bought her for Christmas
and six months later she was gone.
He said, "The bible says there's two things that won't last:
a fire with no where to go and a woman without a child."
After twenty-two years they never had children
and when she met Paul from New York, they had a baby.
He hasn't slept with another woman since
and he hopes, one day, she'll come back.
He said, "If she needed five dollars and I only had four,
I'd beg you for another dollar and that's love."

"Radio silence."
He was quiet for a moment.
He told the clerk they were looking for a man
named Jerome Black and to watch out for him.
And then he was gone.
Ellen Bee Oct 2013
Kiss me, here, in a savage way
A clean blue slate conducting violet voltage  
I'm a ****** for exotic green

Purple reigns like a sea siren
Rain forests rise and shine
Hippies are just meadow junkies

Can't stop a free spirit
Ocean side to see the skyline blue
Leap frog and I need a refresh-mint

Blue slate for side walkers
Exotic green rain storm
Magnetic force causing a black rage

Skyline blue reminds me of tangerine crème
Why not wild thing?
Kiss me here for the real teal

High line green and stormy weather
Secret admirer radiation
Green with envy, purple reigns

Leap frog just blue me away
Sea sirens are just gypsy girls
Stormy weather shows your black rage

Mint apple and violet voltage
Happy endings will leave you hot blooded
High line green, Olympia

Rain storm and I need a refresh-mint
Stormy weather and we play leap frog
Secret admirer, let's meet?

Black rage, you're so hot blooded
Olympia, rise and shine
Blue slate and I need a refresh-mint

Mint apple and magnetic force
Leap frog with me, wild thing
We blue it, sidewalkers
The colors of my fingertips over the past few months.
Ellen Bee Oct 2013
It's always so foggy
on October mornings.
She knows that's no excuse
and she's so sorry.
She never saw the yellow bus.
She never saw the flashing lights.
She never even saw him
until he hit her windshield.
And she's so sorry.
She can't bring him back.
She can't take it back.
All she can do is
look at the floor.
And she's so sorry.
And she's so sorry.
And she's so sorry.
Ellen Bee Oct 2013
Maybe,
so many people
have killed
themselves
because
they've been
reincarnated
and everything
is too different.
"I can't live this way."
Ellen Bee Oct 2013
It started before we knew
what was happening.
When we were young and
everything seemed so far away.
We assumed the future would stay put,
while we still moved.
The world doesn't work that way.
We're beyond that point now.
We're beyond our first cars and
the could-this-be-it relationships.
We've passed that age where we see
ourselves always in that age.
Where time stands still and
we still float along.
Time is our greatest foe.
He ticks away our minutes in a way
that deceives us into believing
that it will never end.
Ellen Bee Oct 2013
I wonder...
if I went back in time,
would I see our future
flash before my eyes?
It's all about timing, baby.
And I've never been
one to wear a watch.
Ellen Bee Oct 2013
I just need
someone
to look at me
that way
one more
time.
Before my
empty hands
wrinkle
and there's
no one left
to look back
at them.
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