Monday, April 18, 2011

16/30 "Dunkin' Donuts pt.2"

This day was rainy
I waited once again
but
Dunkin may I say you have changed
since the last time we met
Your features
As in looks
Are quite rearranged
But I like it
although I am no longer staring at those two empty chairs flooded with memory
I am occupying them with yet another mystery
Exchanging values of explosives
Discovering bit and pieces of your fragile life
Reconstructing them into something nice
I remember last time
Being pounded "with lie after lie"
But now uplifting intentions with cents
I'm not talking bout fragrance
Instead the amount of change I always get
Never counting but tucking away deep in my pocket like secrets
Hoping that its all there
See last time
I had a notebook
And was writing
Awkward conversation followed in a distance
As a background
While interesting lingered
Resembling that of a foreground imagine in a portrait
But with you its different
Filling in the holes donuts seem to develop
Once at random and by mistake
But now
On purpose
I guess that’s it
Once you start its hard to finish
Excuse me medium light && sweet is how I want it but with cream no milk
I know by now they should have my face framed in their memory
and order quite the same
As for it never changes
unlike my friends
of course imaginary they are
But then again imaginary is as real as they can get
Able to cause the same complications as any other person
but I can only see them
I’m the only one that could feel the pain
Like cast a ways
People never generously help
They watch as if they see nothing
so Dunkin’ tell me
is the chair I face really empty?
how so if words are continuously thrown at me
as if I was 10 again in a court yard playing dodge ball
But these hated words I just can't seem to duck && dodge
They taunt me
As if I was the guy cleaning the windows dropping buckets of water all over like outside ficies
You upset me
It seems as though every time i sit in this place my forgotten passed comes back
Like those donuts you only see in heart shapes are different colors in past seasons
Why are you doing this to me?
Is it because I'm odd
(To be continued)

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