REMiniscent phonecalls

AFTER A SHOW, sidewalk:
-why are you being such a bitch?, loudly spoken... proclaimed.
her gasp, a strong shift
her stride stops, a girl bumps into her from behind.
the anger! it rose like something new.
a bite of her lip, searching for ANY warm resonance
something to hold on to... nothing
his ground covered, almost a block ahead already
inhale, turnaround, exhale, walk (away)
lips at a temble, eyes at welt

FIVE GUYS, maybe an hour later:
a bacon cheese hotdog please...
-onions?
yes...lots... diet coke
-fries?
a sniffled yea, fries.
.
.
.
her phone in hand, back at her ear again
half forgotten fries on the side, dripping thumb of cheese
mumbling, licking, bawling
FUCK HIM!!!
god...IM A FUCKING MESS!!!!!
sighed chuckle at her ear.. yea hun, you are.

happy love day!

http://thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=374

I haven't listened to the whole thing myself to be honest, but the Introduction (followed by 3 acts-stories) is held close to my heart... by relation to my best friend's heart. He said it was good, so I believe him. Enjoy, as I will.

note: u might have to be in the "listening" mood. :)

ctrl + Z

backspace your way here why don't you
tapping that cushion at my side
marking your sunken seat
watching that tune we danced to

ah yes...listen
breathe
forget
..
..
..
in sync
so seperately unique

city lights

they pass, testing me
instigating
tawnting
initiating my angry words
well, FUCK YOU!
monkeys in the cage sense my vengeance
my calm to thoughts of massacre
mocked by a loney mouse that scatters across my desk
deleting my simple smile

seriously...

why would i not take into consideration that i had to work today...as i drank my fourth Jameson on the rocks lastnight?
it's been years since i had a hangover at work

trying days

it would be so easy to crawl under a nice fresh down comfortor right now...alone...just me.

you tease!

tomorrow you'll be a memory
your golden stare on my cheeks
dancing notes on my shirt
replaced by cold
...
a little girl on the train today was bundled in pink in her stroller... and her stares looked so contemplative. not curious, nor happy, nor sleepy, but as if she was in deep thought.
then she sneezed and laughed.
looking up with a smile myself, i noticed a much older gentleman looking at me look at the child. the age difference was complimentary i suppose.

rebuttal

with a dose of goodness! :))

voila

:the crimson red fabric is raised

it was there before, sadly
even my curiosity to its dissapearance, diluted
a bitter sigh of relief, so
finally, gone.