02.

collaboration with my writing partner .

thursday, 02 july 2009 at 22:24 |
i am left out of your loop
of solidified intelligence
as cigarette stops in mid-air
from the depths of heaved exhales
flicking ash on wet cement
curdling upon hitting surface.
air sways around smoke signals
as you whisper an allegory of sorts .
you have become a serial number
through an indirect link
as your pupils skim past my lids
calling yourself a " best buy " :
i slumber in my seat
wishing you were chained to me .
i frame your eyes in mine
closing and opening measurably ,
carefully , counting .
i get a call :
it was only a movie prop .