strange how moods are infectious, perhaps even changing your current disposition enough to outwardly show to others. in response to this easy smile and quick, jangly walk today i've been getting respectful nods from dignified old men strolling with their ladies (he holds her elbow with one hand against the uneven firebrick walk, cane clutched in the other. her hair is iron gray and whipsmart neat); coy smiles from prim yuppie girls bundled against the cold in their expensive wool coats and ridiculously long pointy shoes (that must hurt, do you wear tight shoes to remember your bondage?); bright round eyes and clumsy waves from toddlers dripping goo from their mouths (kool-aid smiles).
just flying around running mundane errands in the brisk, singing along with Tryst's band Rockbot. at a redlight (wait, watch the people walk in front of my hood) just now i caught (busted! you get a spanking!) two young ladies craning necks and making eyes, watching me sing (lip-sync)through smoky glass. all goofy crooked smiles, i showed teeth and waved, rubbing my other palm into my eye to clear sneezing tears against the wind. they squealed, sat back, and sped off to wait for me at the next redlight.
a couple in line in front of me at the cafe nattered away at each other in smooth French. a scene ensued as it came time to order from the slender Ethiopian girl in the black smock and paper chef's hat (crinkly, like coffee filters. my girl a few years back used to say i made crinkly eyes when i smiled, crows feet at 27).
last night was cold, the bar hot and close. press of people and slight claustrophobia, blue cig smoke somehow unsexy and annoying. shy smiles and stuttered words. what do you say when you see a face, finally unfrozen? how do you stand, what do you do with your hands (breathe smoke)? random flooze asking about hottubs, brazen leer and empty, desperate eyes (no, you're uninteresting and vaguely unsettling. you make me feel dangerous and pissed off, go away. here i'll clear a path for you. i'll forget about you tomorrow and have a great day).
dreams come my way in just over a few dozen hours.
-pb
music: rockbot
book: dreams made flesh, anne bishop
just flying around running mundane errands in the brisk, singing along with Tryst's band Rockbot. at a redlight (wait, watch the people walk in front of my hood) just now i caught (busted! you get a spanking!) two young ladies craning necks and making eyes, watching me sing (lip-sync)through smoky glass. all goofy crooked smiles, i showed teeth and waved, rubbing my other palm into my eye to clear sneezing tears against the wind. they squealed, sat back, and sped off to wait for me at the next redlight.
a couple in line in front of me at the cafe nattered away at each other in smooth French. a scene ensued as it came time to order from the slender Ethiopian girl in the black smock and paper chef's hat (crinkly, like coffee filters. my girl a few years back used to say i made crinkly eyes when i smiled, crows feet at 27).
last night was cold, the bar hot and close. press of people and slight claustrophobia, blue cig smoke somehow unsexy and annoying. shy smiles and stuttered words. what do you say when you see a face, finally unfrozen? how do you stand, what do you do with your hands (breathe smoke)? random flooze asking about hottubs, brazen leer and empty, desperate eyes (no, you're uninteresting and vaguely unsettling. you make me feel dangerous and pissed off, go away. here i'll clear a path for you. i'll forget about you tomorrow and have a great day).
dreams come my way in just over a few dozen hours.
-pb
music: rockbot
book: dreams made flesh, anne bishop
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reacher:
You doing alright in there? 
zephyra:
I don't have a tattoo on my shoulder. 