At this very moment

Another 11:02 PM on a Sunday. Weather: heavy rain. Mood: liminal. Yep, all the signs of another attack by the vicious "Scouring the Internet for the Perfect Haircut, a Haircut with all the Elements of a Good Haircut but None of Them in Excess," as the locals call the bastard. I leaned back in my desk chair to pluck a dying cigarette from the ash tray.

Anecdote

"Peppermint tea," she calls out
with casual abandon
and going to claim it I wonder
if maybe this drink has,
without my consent,
come to embody all of me.

I doubt it, I know,
I'm forcing the thought
from primordial emotion.
Still I just can't shake the feeling.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone