We often hang up
phones without saying
what the person
on the other end
wants to hear.
More interested in
coffee and sinkers
on our way out the door;
beating the rush hour
traffic into downtown,
late for work.
Choosing resolve over
conviction, no trump cards
in this particular deck.
Massachusetts Street,
Lawrence Kansas, 7pm.
There’s a man sitting quietly
across from where I am.
He is alternating between purring
like a cat and making **** noises
at passersby and otherwise muttering
to himself.
He is drinking an iced tea from the
café and chain smoking
I am smoking a cigarette myself.
Every moment or so, we make
eye contact and I can see different
galaxies in his eyes.
Knowing, doubtless that he vibrates
on a different frequency that most
everyone else.
(I try to love him anyway.)
There are only minimal variances
in the code,
but these microscopic differences between us,
they bear so much weight that the scales crack.
Our circles are too small.
Shh…
The Honeybears are here.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
We often hang up
phones without saying
what the person
on the other end
wants to hear.
More interested in
coffee and sinkers
on our way out the door;
beating the rush hour
traffic into downtown,
late for work.
Choosing resolve over
conviction, no trump cards
in this particular deck.
Massachusetts Street,
Lawrence Kansas, 7pm.
There’s a man sitting quietly
across from where I am.
He is alternating between purring
like a cat and making **** noises
at passersby and otherwise muttering
to himself.
He is drinking an iced tea from the
café and chain smoking
I am smoking a cigarette myself.
Every moment or so, we make
eye contact and I can see different
galaxies in his eyes.
Knowing, doubtless that he vibrates
on a different frequency that most
everyone else.
(I try to love him anyway.)
There are only minimal variances
in the code,
but these microscopic differences between us,
they bear so much weight that the scales crack.
Our circles are too small.
Shh…
The Honeybears are here.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
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