Life Byte

me:
oh
don't knock up anybody
is a good policy
That is my policy
though it is hard for me to impregnante people
Though copulating with lasers and rainbows gave me my powers


"Maddog":
i agree

me:
That is a poem
Right there

I am a spy in restaurants, and an eavesdropper on trains.
I wonder how long the man has known the woman he sits opposite.
When her voice breaks him out of his daydream and his eyes find hers
both are softly focused and honest and plaintive and I think "not long"
A trio of friends wait on a fourth. She suffers from what they've deemed
"terminal lateness" and the lexical sequence stirs up the phrase
"not long for this world"
Like a drunk at a dinner party you measure a your daily mile in the steps that you take,
and the minutes that tick by and the restraint you are able to exercise.
There was that switch, wasn't there?
When the answer changed from what you could give yourself to what part of yourself you could deny.
At least that's what I can see from my towering hilltop view.
"Rapunzel, rapunzel let down your long hair, you begrudge her the distance but who put her there?"
I am a spy in restaurants and an eavesdropper on trains.
It's getting so visual I can see myself think.
Across the table you stare.
We are not long for this world, not long at all.

Tom Waits For Nobody