Nov 4, 2012
date poem
electric lights cut through the air pew pews and bloops, bleeps clinking quarters and the nasal chuckles from regulars splash our surroundings creating the night's rhythms the beats per minute harmonize with my restless thoughts pin-balling their way around my skull I am slowly sipping orange soda float the surprise of the bubbly foam so sickeningly sweet and chilled fizz by my lips in the dimly lit arcade bar devious glances cast in your direction turn on the subtitles and read me. captions closed, you offer nothing but the eyes of uncertain color and a feline smile. - Greta