| fly-by-nite lighthouse |
| Sit near and observe me do my bit here and write words on a microscreen lacking the grace of paper vaporous wisp smirking from the hole in the corporate coffeecup lid a velveteen taper of life obese with pretention I lack the courage to linger in conversation here by myself even while you cross your legs in dire anticipation- but anticipating what? I have no recollection of promises made much less vows unspoken mistake me not your neck was craning eyes darting wild and wet lips complaining the simple secret dimples in your cheeks straining to compose your thoughts, your self and emotions your theme uncompleted your silent protests inelegant and pouts unfeted. If there's anything I can do anything left unfulfilled a verse or chapter or comment unmilled and mined directed and refined I stand readily corrected. Instead here I still sit my eyes engrossed by minute electronics and yours by my flickering fingers and chronic yet fleeting fantasies of more. |
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| ALL POETRY COPYRIGHT MB TANKERSLEY 2004 |
| it's mutual |
| Ever stare at someone inadvertently in a public place? Ever had anyone stare at you? I frequent a certain chain of coffee houses (quad venti Cafe Americano, heavy whipping cream and five Splendas, thank you) and to coin a phrase, "I never thought it would really happen to me..." |
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