The smell of diesel rolls through these streets
And the rain’s a fallin'
The leaves make rust colored puddles on the sidewalks
The clouds twirled like some curtain laced satin pillow
I fumble for a cigarette, but they are all soaking wet
It’s gonna be one of those nights(more) Taxi cabs carrying sad faced occupants to the one place
They don’t want to be
I’m as broke as a meth head on his way down
And as broken down as these rusted out old cars
Lined up like some post-apocalyptic graveyard
I stop in front of the late night dinner
The plate glass window shimmers with a blurred reflection
Of myself staring back like a ghost of the city
The night flows like black onyx
The buses wheeze and cough up the hill
I’m tired of this goddamn rain
The moon’s been shy tonight
Hiding behind the clouds like a child
Clinging to the skirt of her mother
I’m all mixed up on mixed drinks
The interstate ramps wind like blacktop anacondas
These billboards aren’t fooling anyone
And I wish I could pick the words out of my brain
Rearrange them just a little
Maybe they’d make more sense to me
Every new city is like the same old song
This bar is full of urban cowboys that got all fenced in
I guess it comes with age
The streets are full of big dreams that got lost in the night
This life ain't for the living
The old men hold their bottles like a grudge
As they go fishin' for an ear
The girl at the end of the bar
With the Audrey Hepburn eyes
And the Marilyn Monroe thighs
It's gonna be one of those nights
the shimmer of make-up from her face hides the fact that without these implements she is beautiful in ways she can never imagine. Her beauty was like a tonic to his monotonous life in the office. But he can never summon all his courage to declare his admiration to(more) her, and he is deathly afraid of rejection.
The word shimmer reminds me of summer in dazzling sun light. Of many small waves shimmering on a sunlit lake and the scales of a fish breaking the surface of the water to grab a hovering fly with shimmering wings playfully dipping its chitin toes. The shimmer of water reflected on(more) the bottom of a clear blue pool, or on the side of a white boat. A school of fish. A distant horizon. The shimmer of a water mirage in a desert, or rising heat off of hot asphalt. Stars in a moonless night sky may sometimes shimmer. Glossy hair moving in candlelight. The shimmer of oiled skin. If you have none of these, you can create shimmer if you have light and eyes and can squint them thin enough so only shimmering curtains of light come through. The shimmer of the soul, the shimmer of imagination, the shimmer of life. (less)
The heat haze rises lazily from the narrow slits of the radiator. I wave hands through the warmth and rub my fingers together. Fast. Faster. I lay my fingers on the slits and bring the back immediately. I crush them to my lips immediately. I kiss the burns.
The tarmac is so hot its sweating. We sink into it a little as we make our way across the playground. We stand eagerly on the edges of the field. We balance on the curb that separates grass and concrete. We watch the headmaster pace the grass; he's looking for things we don't notice. He nods and we run like we'll never be burnt.
My head thumps like a bad dubstep baseline and I dip my finger in the chocolate spread, swirl my finger in my mouth, feel it turn from thick to thin and slide down my throat. I swallow. I glance at the toaster, spinning the dial, fidgeting, thrusting the knife into the spread and licking it.
I almost double dip and then catch myself, rinse the knife under the cold tap. The toaster makes a spring like noise and I turn. My bagel is stuck. I wedge my fingers into a slot and it burns. I press my fingers to my mouth, then change my mind and put them under running water.
I want to try again. The heat rises in slow lines, shimmering. I tap my knife on the back of my hand.(less)