The personal choice he makes,
a road soda sweating coldly in his hand,
an empty flask under his seat,
over-confident brown hair reflecting
artist’s orbs that hang like cocoons from the ceiling,
glowing globes of paper mache’,
his fingernails interlocked around a knee,
his knee,
fragile wrists,
a baby’s face and a man’s laugh,
cowboy boots too clean for cowboy boots,
a road soda sweating coldly in his hand,
an empty flask under his seat,
over-confident brown hair reflecting
artist’s orbs that hang like cocoons from the ceiling,
glowing globes of paper mache’,
his fingernails interlocked around a knee,
his knee,
fragile wrists,
a baby’s face and a man’s laugh,
cowboy boots too clean for cowboy boots,
He croons for her,
and they laugh at his dead unfunny jokes,
this conversation a precipice,
both of them dangling dangerously close to an awkward abyss,
commitment wavering,
they fight to halt the derailed freight train
of their chance encounter in the aisle.
09.05.09
and they laugh at his dead unfunny jokes,
this conversation a precipice,
both of them dangling dangerously close to an awkward abyss,
commitment wavering,
they fight to halt the derailed freight train
of their chance encounter in the aisle.
09.05.09
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