hello...void...
of cyber space...
does anyone actually read this?...
at what point does this get boring...?
at what point do we (do i) stare at the screen thinking of that thing we (i) wanted to search on the computer before we (i) got bogged down checking our emails...or some community group page looking randomly at others events statuses and pics...?
maybe all these points are what i do on the computer... i think i touched on that in my bracket...
i will take a road trip...i will make amends...i will not say amen...
on a patio...placing my lips just over the tiny slit of the plastic coffee cup that is still too hot...
over the top of the lid my eyes catch a glimpse of a man dressed in purple gym wrestling shorts, gold flip flops, with thick orange sweat socks, wearing a neon green cape...and a yellow t-shirts that has hot pink letters on it spelling out the words...'still crazy after all these beers...' and he is holding a leash that is dragging on the ground behind him... attached to nothing...and he is smiling from ear to ear...with a pointy thin erection, standing for attention, against the nylon of his shorts...
i softly blow just above the slit of the lid...and i always feel like a dork when i do that...and my eyes stay on the man as he continues down the street...and no one else around him seems to pay him any mind...and he pays not much mind to any one else around...
and i still hesitate to take a sip...even as i tilt the cup slightly further towards my lips, allowing the coffee to slide closer to the opening....
it feels like a monday...but i am pretty sure it is not...in certain, it does not really matter...
at some point...this coffee will cool down...
the man can faintly be seen...now...
in some such way...that matters to me...
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