Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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there's nothing good on TV when you're in a crap mood "Shit," he thought. "Nothing's gonna be good on TV for the next 18 years. At least." he sighed and shifted his position on the couch four days till New Year's Eve and he already got the greatest gift one could wish for. A positive pregnancy test from his girlfriend Oh, he was over the moon and everybody knew "Meh, I don't need TV. I'm the best actor I've seen..."
like a baby left for hours and hours in a hot car he woke up with a sweaty forehead and a buzz in his temples no room to stretch he got out of the car in his underwear shook his legs and hands rubbed the pain away from his knees and back of the neck There was a bottle of water he got from the park fountain among the litter in the back seat he opened it hot took a sip and swirled it around his mouth spat took another sip swirled spat that’s for dental hygiene He put on pants and a shirt locked the car and walked 50 paces to the nearest public restroom where he removed his shirt and washed his hairy armpits He studied the violet circles under his eyes in the mirror checked his teeth his tongue felt for wax in his ears put on a professional smile went to the public library and the desk by the window was free His smile grew brighter as he sat down and opened the notebook Chapter 86 would be next in the manuscript He looked out the window This writer life was precisely as romantic as he thought it’ll be no more no less
I am a sidewalk
one upon whom your
feet dragged heavy and
wet and tired
and I wonder where you
are going
and where you're coming
from
I look up constantly and
am tired of soles and legs and
panties and dropped coins
and litter
and indifference
Too many people, too few dogs
and cats and some rats at night
But you are
different. You wear no shoes and
your little feet are cold and
so delicate
and in your wake you are painting
me with a trail of blood
you are not in the mood to
receive compliments, I know. But
I'll say it anyway. You are beautiful
I hope he never catches you
I wish there was
something I could do
about it
Daydreaming as a profession 