Jerrybaldy
03-26-2018, 05:51 PM
The wind whipped her hair
A cat of nine tails as she ate chocolate cake
Brown crumbs resting
On her black pencil skirt.
‘It’s not you’
She began
I looked up at the fan
Beneath the lamp
Bourgeoise helicopter
Her lipstick was on the black side
Of red
A fly landed upon a white linen napkin
Juxtaposing
‘It’s not you’
She began
The fan was off kilter
The waitress was walking this way
She was going to ask if everything was ok
I hate when people ask
If everything’s ok
A baby began to scream
Needing comfort or a nipple
It knew just what was coming
A seagull outside the window
Cocked it’s head
Like it knew more than a seagull
Could possibly know
I played with the ketchup sachet
Squeezing it
Daring it to explode
‘It’s not you’
She began,
No longer looking like she was mine,
I stood and walked out the door
Swapping hot fish air
For a frigid wind from the sea
Hands in pockets
With wrigleys, coins and receipts
Muttering
Through salt and vinegar lips
‘ this post will have no end’
A cat of nine tails as she ate chocolate cake
Brown crumbs resting
On her black pencil skirt.
‘It’s not you’
She began
I looked up at the fan
Beneath the lamp
Bourgeoise helicopter
Her lipstick was on the black side
Of red
A fly landed upon a white linen napkin
Juxtaposing
‘It’s not you’
She began
The fan was off kilter
The waitress was walking this way
She was going to ask if everything was ok
I hate when people ask
If everything’s ok
A baby began to scream
Needing comfort or a nipple
It knew just what was coming
A seagull outside the window
Cocked it’s head
Like it knew more than a seagull
Could possibly know
I played with the ketchup sachet
Squeezing it
Daring it to explode
‘It’s not you’
She began,
No longer looking like she was mine,
I stood and walked out the door
Swapping hot fish air
For a frigid wind from the sea
Hands in pockets
With wrigleys, coins and receipts
Muttering
Through salt and vinegar lips
‘ this post will have no end’