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The Eclectic Pen - colfax and broadway

By: ericjasongastelum   + 52 more  
Date Submitted: 10/16/2008
Last Updated: 10/16/2008
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Words: 337
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he sits in a corner booth waiting for summer to b-line into the northern atmosphere again. he's rubbing his feet in his boots the itching won't leave his pink eye is wet infected tears drop on the table splatters like blood his nose runs and streams down on his shirt thick and clear like pre-cum the menu looks crooked to him his head folds askew my eyes follow as best as they may the coffee burns his lips as he takes that first sip "SON of a fuckin' BITCH!!!" i try not to laugh as he swears. i try not to notice that he cannot see me staring directly at him i've been him before. jumping box car to box car looking for a life somewhere never staying long enough to get to know anyone never saying enough to seem sane. he smiles at the waitress and looks at her thighs as she walks away she struts back as i glance at her thighs they look like a nylon stocking filled with mashed potatoes. as she approaches the man in the corner booth he smiles his teeth stained yellow as his overbite takes his charm where some would look away she stands and smiles makes a conversation that makes his day i sit in an adjacent corner booth waiting for summer to b-line into the northern atmosphere again. rubbing the inner thigh of my mind not knowing how to make a cure for my infection that limps my perceptions infected words fall upon my peers brutal like incest covering up my restroom stench i can't be like the rest clichés dripping down my bleeding neck warm and full of pulp menstruating down my chest. visuals are plenty i bathe with the rich knowing i belong with the middle class. too proud observing. the waitress floats by i'm startled by the way i could not recognize her in my sight staring a million miles away looking at places i know are calling my name she gives me my check the pulleys and gears of my neck and tensions in my eyes loosen to look down a paper with columns numbers and a smiling ink face i have no money with me i knew this before i ordered i knew a lot more than that before i walked through that door.

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