Saturday, September 10, 2005
michael's cafe
chicago, 2005
to throw this napkin at someone. land
somewhere so somebody knows i mean
business. i'll still pretend it wasn't me...
it was the waitress. she's worked here
less weeks than i have more. but i don't
work here, & still i'm not necessarily
aware of my hand moving this pen to the next
line. what genre was culture club? the
boy was a gender all his own. like
anthony huff shaving his eyebrows because of
"do you really want to hurt me?"
he was a tough kid in the projects. i damned
his soul because of his bravery. his foolishness,
too.
i love this line! it starts off sweet in
my mind & sounds good as i caress
this steak-sauce; stained remnant of
a napkin. knowingly only that
i'm moving my other hand:
a writing act to
the next
line
stopping/specifically
H.
9-10-2005
to throw this napkin at someone. land
somewhere so somebody knows i mean
business. i'll still pretend it wasn't me...
it was the waitress. she's worked here
less weeks than i have more. but i don't
work here, & still i'm not necessarily
aware of my hand moving this pen to the next
line. what genre was culture club? the
boy was a gender all his own. like
anthony huff shaving his eyebrows because of
"do you really want to hurt me?"
he was a tough kid in the projects. i damned
his soul because of his bravery. his foolishness,
too.
i love this line! it starts off sweet in
my mind & sounds good as i caress
this steak-sauce; stained remnant of
a napkin. knowingly only that
i'm moving my other hand:
a writing act to
the next
line
stopping/specifically
H.
9-10-2005
# posted by Fool That I Am : 1:30 AM
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Hmmn, true about the boy having a gender all his own *smiles*...and to that bravery and foolishness in the projects. How many times I've seen & thought about that same bravery and maybe foolishness. Loving your writing as always.
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