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    dots Submission Name: Midnight Restaurantsdots

    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 160
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsMidnight Restaurantsdots

    Pink straw in the water glass.
    Brown sugar sprinkled on his oatmeal.
    His spoon in my ice cream.
    Bodies lurching, table shaking,
    laughter rising from the booth,
    midnight restaurants
    still not enough of a distraction.

    Complaining no one's listening,
    hours later here he's questioning.
    "What color are his eyes?"
    "Does he own a ferrari?"
    "What do you have in common?"
    Holds a paper straw husk between his lips,
    gesturing, eyes accusing,
    "Yes." And then the believer in me
    turns, studying apple pie, "No."

    I eat and talk and do not care
    about how the answers sound.
    The words fall from my mouth
    like coins onto the table.
    Everyone hears them and knows
    how poor I actually am.

    Can't stop smiling,
    coming to grips with myself.
    The pain is worth the plunder now.
    Two days worth of tears still
    you're the light behind my eyes
    as I'm driving home in the dark
    with fifty cents to my name.

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      interesting piece...

    it is like this phantom guy i meet in restaurants...he's not really there, i imagine him...we make the table shake with our laughter...

    other patrons ignore us...well, cause i am alone and there is nothing to hear...but i love him just the same...

    at home there are people at the table...and parents ask me the same old questions.. who cares if he is beautiful, and loves me..and makes me laugh..."does he have a ferrari? can he support you?

    you need someone with money--
    and then my tears and my honesty..and the words falling like coins on the table..love that..

    it's noisy, they can all hear me...i don't care what you think...

    i think of my man and it makes me love him even more...even if he is only a figment of my imagination...

    well my imagination kind of lept with this one...

    i really like the scene this painted for me..

    like a stilllife water color.

    | Posted on 2011-04-19 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      I liked this! Creative style; does well for that whole murky numb feeling I think your trying to portray. This has great imagery and is very descriptive.
    | Posted on 2007-11-10 00:00:00 | by TheStillSilence | [ Reply to This ]
      I think this is a WOW. It sounded like a thrilling movie with just one scene of romance- mere but very important. This verse is very visual, strongly emotive and amazing. I think this is a favourite.

    Well done for this new age poetry!

    | Posted on 2007-11-10 00:00:00 | by vedanta19 | [ Reply to This ]

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