Again another case of being unsure if I'd ever posted this poem before... One of these days I'll figure out a clever way to track that. 
Hope your Hump Day is tolerable. 
Uncollected Thoughts in Series
She stands outside the plane
where at 5 oclock the workers
stretch out of their jobs,
faces lengthened,
swollen,
arms hanging like rain clouds
dangling lightning like callous fingers
that tonight will caress
a lover or a television remote.
Im in a deli with my books,
my pens, my fickle appetite
and yes, I can see you
and yes, I can see me
the way you see me,
but I can also see you
in a way youll never see yourself.
I see her across the room
as I nibble the chaffed skin
on my lips
dry from not kissing her
but dreaming in 35mm frames
repeating the way
she closes her eyes
letting out a wet
puff of air.
Hope your Hump Day is tolerable.
Uncollected Thoughts in Series
She stands outside the plane
where at 5 oclock the workers
stretch out of their jobs,
faces lengthened,
swollen,
arms hanging like rain clouds
dangling lightning like callous fingers
that tonight will caress
a lover or a television remote.
Im in a deli with my books,
my pens, my fickle appetite
and yes, I can see you
and yes, I can see me
the way you see me,
but I can also see you
in a way youll never see yourself.
I see her across the room
as I nibble the chaffed skin
on my lips
dry from not kissing her
but dreaming in 35mm frames
repeating the way
she closes her eyes
letting out a wet
puff of air.
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in fact, i think its quite literally that, considering the quarts of sonic phlegm (sex-ay) i awoke spewing like old faithful, it must actually be the malaise that comes with sickness. you know how not having a cold makes you happy? i think this would qualify as NOT happy. although, ironically, now that i know its sickness, i feel much better.
i like it very much when you extend thoughts - its always enlightening and entertaining. seriously - i learn from you.