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The Eclectic Pen - colfax and broadway

By: ericjasongastelum   + 52 more  
Date Submitted: 10/16/2008
Last Updated: 10/16/2008
Words: 337

  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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Eva L. (wearetrees) - 10/17/2008 2:02 PM ET
amazing (startling arresting humbling) how words can hold something more than mere space between them
Sophira B. (sophiraness) - 10/24/2008 1:33 PM ET
im try to understand something that might be beyond me...but it almost seems as if you and that guy have something in common; except his...who he is on display...while who u are is hidden. Almost like the same person from opposite ends. Correct me if im wrong!
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