Cold Coffee

A good evening to all! Here's a little thing I wrote today from the comfort of my bed in my freezing new room. Think of it as another experiment, maybe an exercise on thoughts......

Bold, size 32, seemed a good place to start but now it looks too, well, bold. And big.

Scrap that, I can always start again.

That’s what I was told anyway, seems a little different now.

Don’t try tell me any different, I told you I’m not listening.

Waitress says they’re closing

Got no place to go says Dylan.

Can’t help but tease us can you, you rhyming bastard.

Italic?

No too Roman, times are new and all that.

Okay, 26, not too invasive

Underline, underlying, there’s no difference except in the problems.

She said there was but I didn’t believe her.

Two suitcases was all she needed apparently

Figure that one out

44, lifetime of thick worries and expensive shoes and all she needs is two suitcases.

One of them was mine.

Let’s not get distracted here this isn’t about her, or you, it’s me you selfish prick.

I’m the one people should be listening to

I'm the only one left

The one can see the other side of all these stories

Maybe it should be bold.

Coffee’s cold

Eggs are untouched, comatose yellow eyes watching me think.

Shit this is hard.

I have no idea what I’m doing here now.

Thanks for all the good times Mary, thanks a lot

And without both of you none of this could have happened, so thanks again.

Gabe said nothing was impossible but look

Here we are

I suppose I use the term “we” loosely, the waitress obviously doesn’t give a fuck.

They all said I lied

They all saw her and said it was a joke.

I was a liar for a time

Now look at us

Now he’s gone and what did we have left?

Nothing except eachother, and apparently that wasn’t enough, immaculate bullshit.

Space bar is sticky, must be all the times I’ve thought about hitting it

Finally given up.

Never thought it would end up like this

I think the bridge might help me along

Can’t even remember why I started this anyway, seeing as you’re already listening

Ever there and ever wrong, intangible and misleading like a council of the blind

And chosen is the same as cursed in my book.

People say I’m all pent up and bitter

People don’t know shit.

Night to all,

Ben

(C) Copyright Ben Galley 2009