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I sit-dazed and fazed-from far too many Red Bulls-
waiting for the flight to leave may be sometime soon
the torn ticket lies neath my folded jacket
A man dozes next to me-lolling-pathetic-a curled issue
of Business Today on his lap-nearly vestigal
I curb the feeling to smack his head-smite his face for
no apparent reason or may be because his daughter wanders
all alone around the lounge-stopping and staring at things
behind glass cases-face aglow-sad-replete with emotions
seeking-hopping-dragging-hopeless-dreamless-dreamy-lost
The man finally stirs and limbers a bit-almost waves and
then falls asleep a middle aged wart on the face of earth
His linen shirt and corduroy pants with his Gabbana
frame disgusts me even more-this vacuous-vain man who must
have become a father by some cruel design-having to play
along always- a changeover in acts of his high flying life
I stop my train and my eyes wander to see the daughter in an
Orange pullover out of my sight-left and right and left and
straight-no sign of her anywhere in the Ron Fricke show
gathering myself up I start to scan the area-everything looks
faraway-gray-dour-distant-the faces-voices-noises-footwear-all
sound alien-like a Korean neo noir movie sans subtitles
Finally I see her-half white-half orange-standing-may be
ten-beautiful-tan-curious-eyes on a hardcover-Tin Drum
it seems and my eyes catch a man move towards her in-fluid
businesslike-almost too precise-too clinical-predatory
I dash towards her-hold her hand firm-drag-panic stricken
our eyes meet then-in her dilated pupils there is fear
endless and she lets a yelp that sounds nothing like human
An hour later as I clean the blood patches on my shirt
I look in the mirror trying to wipe the smug wry smile
that hangs there since the father called me sick fuck
a large drip of saliva-blotting-soaking-conspicuous on
his Egyptian-linen-two-ply-two-hundred-dollar-shirt that
I had discarded at my ex-girlfriend's apartment last week
Or may be the break up is the first of the horse men.
Published 20th Apr 2012
| Edited 25th Apr 2012
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Anonymous
20th Apr 2012 4:27pm
This is a really interesting piece. I am slightly confused by the ending. But I felt myself captivated by the story, wondering how it was going to end.
Great example of a fabulous setting of scene here.
Great example of a fabulous setting of scene here.
21st Apr 2012 8:25pm
Miss
Thank you as always. A pleasure to have you.
I was not sure of it myself midway.
It evolves I guess.
Sumeet
Thank you as always. A pleasure to have you.
I was not sure of it myself midway.
It evolves I guess.
Sumeet
25th Apr 2012 9:44pm
I like reading your work cause it reminds me to let my thoughts be a bit more fluid.
"seeking-hopping-dragging-hopeless-dreamless-dreamy-lost" it's interesting to see how the words in those chains you do kind of develop and merge together - this was my favourite cause of how the previous words seem to fall into the full-stop of that 'lost'. And I like how that word 'terminal' is an omen of an end from the very start.
"seeking-hopping-dragging-hopeless-dreamless-dreamy-lost" it's interesting to see how the words in those chains you do kind of develop and merge together - this was my favourite cause of how the previous words seem to fall into the full-stop of that 'lost'. And I like how that word 'terminal' is an omen of an end from the very start.
25th Apr 2012 10:06pm
Merda,
Glad to see you here.:)
And for everything you had to say.
Relieved that the title worked right. Never considered it to be a strength.
Sumeet
Glad to see you here.:)
And for everything you had to say.
Relieved that the title worked right. Never considered it to be a strength.
Sumeet
