July 1st, 2003

frazzled max

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the cage is closed. for the whole entire week.

they deserve a vacation. i don't begrudge them that. but where shall i rest my weary bones? where shall i sip coffee and smoke a cigarette, at the same time, while sitting comfortably indoors and drawing, writing, or reading? where shall i organize my mind for the hard day to come? where shall i play pinball?

maybe i will try silky's...they should be open by the time i arrive in squill, today at least. but silky's pales in comparison.

sometimes you just can't go where everybody knows your name. :(
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frazzled max

abandonment

Locked Out of My Cage

At Forbes and Murray, I see the man who sits
in the booth next to mine, every morning, and I
ask, "Are you an orphan today, too?"

Silky's, oh Silky's, with your expensive
bitter coffee, with your young and nubile
waitresses who would not defend
me, like a she-wolf her cubs, from the intrusions
of smoke-bumming louts and others, various
and sundry, who might disturb my precious
tranquility.

Oh Silky's, you are not a bad bar, a dive, a shithole
or squalorous parlor, or any other slander
my mind might conjure as I consider
stepping through your doors.
But you are no Cage, and now you tell me
you don't open 'til four?

An orphan again, take me, oh Coffee Tree!
No, don't say that, don't you dare!
But it is true, today: "No Mocha Froza for you."
The mix is all used.
And as I sullenly sip my iced mocha
latte, thinking, would it kill you
to have a smoking section?
my eyes alight
on a small plastic tub, holding inside
it a thing I've long sought. And as I purchase
my peanuti noodles, this orphan knows
the world's not all dark.
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