stellar dollars

i can see you through the display window at starbucks. your features are having a hard time focusing in on me. i am on the verge of tearing out of my seat to frantically grab the door and and abruptly shove myself into your life-- the way your face in the glass stopped mine.

i can see myself, entering triumphantly, like a cowboy of lore; both guns drawn as i push through the swinging saloon doors. both sassy doors slap me on their second swing. i couldn't see the laughter, but i could hear it
as i backed out slowly and managed to run away blindly.

meanwhile, we try to inhale wisdom, understanding, and perpetual epiphanies. maybe they didn't read the warning: May cause delusions of grandeur and the urge to look for greater meaning in the simple sonic waves of music.
well, thankyou mr. surgeon general. but really, how many stars do you need? I suggest you keep to leading armies and cutting tumors. Or was is leading tumors and cutting armies?
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i hope one day you and i will end up as two old ladies.
we would lunch at starbucks;
and sup alone.
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does anyone ever notice the ever so subtle,
but potentially earsplitting,
emergency exit lights in the corner?
I'm sitting underneath them.
next to my friend.
he sits with buds in his ears and his bowl, listening to my songs
i sit as an outsider to his introspective reveille,
trying not to get sucked back into the melodies of my messed up memories.
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this year, the taste of fall occurs permanently in august.
What will you say to us? When the winter crop comes early, too?
What will you do? When another season of our life ends?
and it ends before the leaves have fallen?

the spinning earth,
the radiant sun;
they keep the steady beat of a drum as they form the rhythm section of the universe.
the tiny taps on those ivory keys ring out individually, keeping in time with the rain drops.

we may not like the tempo, but even if we stop playing the melody, the beat goes on.