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coffee drenched,
you lean over the parch bench, twilight
tints you, twilight paints your image
light filtering through this atmosphere with
no other purpose but to
illuminate you

but lo!
let there be no other eyes
let there be no others to gaze upon you
i shrivel away unworthy
slink back to my hollow
clawing at my own eye-sockets so that
the last thing i see before blindness
sets in is that exquisite
coffee-drenched image
of you
burned onto my now detached
retinas
my unworthy retinas
i shall wash them in battery acid
i shall stumble away screaming yet
cleansed

I see you in shades of denim blue,
ochre and stubble-black
profile diminishing as i sip my
drink smugly, absorbing this moment-
the glory of it- in
its entirety
(played back on wall to wall screens/
played back for eternity)
...a terrible child i am

a charismatic yet paid-for smile
shot my way, lodges in my lobes for
future re-enactment
i cannot strain truth through the filter
of my affectation, every movement soaks
through me- not your fault- but nothing
goes unnoticed, you can do
no wrong
yet still, I would be wary
this pedestal's a long way up

Smile, and not the pearly whites of Extra ads
but real teeth, real baker's teeth
a real person's smile
lined with years of expressing happiness
I give you a personality
flesh you out
from the subtle gestures I can glean
you are helpful, polite, and very
very clean
You do not cast judgement as I
purchase my muffin
You do not crumple my $5 notes
handed unsteadily (you give me caffeine shakes)
eyes downcast yet darting upwards
met only with softness
That must mean gentleness
How this quickly turns to creepiness!

charismatic, enigmatic, an extension to all
I have considered previously
yet I hardly think this possible!
this Adonis in physical form

What do I like?
It's all tied up in the mind,
And try as I might I cannot extract
What I want from what 'is'

You move in a way peculiar to all creatures of
fiction, I picture you older now,
boarded up in deriliction
Would I want you then?
I cannot say
All I know is you are
perfect today
©2007-2010 ~palahniukid
:iconpalahniukid:

Author's Comments

quite creepy now that i reread it- not meant to be a serious poem- but perhaps there are some aspects of truth? (scary as they may be) haha...oh the perils of the imagination, especially one so deranged as mine appears to be (i've grown obsessed with little asides as you might have noticed)

...why have i written so much? i must be feelin' chatty

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:iconevie2005:
lol i know who this is about.
you spend way too much time at that bakery my dear. ;)

--
You know that when i hate you, it is because i love you with a passion that unhinges my soul.
:iconpalahniukid:
Oh I do, I do. And I don't even purchase things anymore. I just openly stare. Nutricious enough I say. But one of these days he'll most certainly cotton on. That's if he hasn't already. Surely he must have begun to notice the uncanny amount of times I just happen to be there, gaping. Ahh...Such is life.

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