Every time i come to the conclusion that i need to get out of the house, I end up here
I sit out front, with too much coffee, waiting for a few exciting moments to happen
I smoke cigarettes, hoping to find some destiny in each bright burn, i know it wont happen
Training myself to enjoy, and not to burn myself dizzy, aching and pulsating my skull’s goo
Listening in on casual conversations, the weather, the dog, the baby, the yard
Eavesdropping a group talk in circles about religion, making their points so clear, obtuse, and well said
I’m attending a discussion in another language now, am i hearing secrets?

There’s lipstick on the rim of my coffee cup

A child is screaming (sigh), neither he nor his mother knows what he wants
I’m guessing it’s not
A pat on the back
Every eye on this street sneaks silent looks, holding in the disruption, continuing

And oh my god..
the flies

I took a shower today!
I don’t get it, what is it that they want from me?
They want me to get angry, with every slap smack wave and swear, they fly more intensely
Insane and rabid, they take me on

I feel like Godzilla

Oh hey, I got a smile
Thanks
Always down for a cheery face

Third cup

There is some face looking down from above the bookstore
I keep staring up, really wondering if he or she is looking right back at me, I really can’t tell
This could be embarrassing, what do you want from me!?
I have to keep myself from looking up again, type Alex, type

You leg twitching
Fly swatting
Chain smoking sonuvagun

Red hair and round, uncomfortable uncertainty, thick rimmed glasses
Striped shirts with snappy shoes and plaid socks
Holes and holes, facing up to fashion, matching with your mind?
Matching with the times, staying up to date with the whole
Try stepping out of the whole, and watching, if only for a bit

I’m sure i don’t know what I’m talking about

Oh ****, i thought you were going to be an impulse
You looked at me like you were ready to bring me in to something
You’d like to leave me to my writing
Thanks and yes