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September 13, 2006
I Want To Be The First To Have That New Disease
Head down and still say hello. Not paying attention though. Forgot you lived 2 doors down. Sincerely ask how life has been. Walk away and wonder if I was insincere.
Smile at the dogs. What kind of dog? Talk to the new mothers in the elevator. How old is the baby? The dogs and the babies can both piss anywhere and there won't be a care. They are going to live the life we didn't. They are the future.
They are indeed the future. The rest of you aren't a present though. Unwrapped. Old. Tired. Bowties are cute. Will always smile when a woman wears a flower in her hair. Again, it is the flower. Not the person.
Keep looking down. Keep smiling. Keep walking ahead. Want to make eye contact again without being harassed or asked for something.
Back to the elevator again. Step inside my jail cell apartment. All five locks on the door.
Heart is still beating. Want to eat again. Go through the motions again. Turn on the tube. Turn on the computer. Maybe go for a jog. Maybe get a dog.
Wake me up if this a lovely dream.
Posted by tony at September 13, 2006 4:49 PM