Gift

I gave a gift of one dandilion to a short Spanish woman
She gave me a story with her eyes, and said "grassy-ass"
I replied "den-allah"

I believed in her when I touched her face
Rain fell
Clouds moved over our town quickly
She believed in me when she touched my face
Rain poured
Clouds turned purple and black

There is no beauty in this world
Except for the shimmering of a rusty spoon
That sits in the gutters below our feet
She points to it, the spoon
I bend to pick it up slowly

My reflection is beautiful
Only because I am seeing myself in the rain
Through the purple and black clouds
From the rust in the spoon from the gutter

She gave me this gift
And told to me "grassy-ass"
I told to her "den-allah"

The Dyer Straights

To be able and willing

In discovering the difference between right and wrong

Good and evil

Seeking questions to answers

Is really all a waste of time

Breathing in the pollution of words is a considerably painful experience

The darkness can confuse everyone who stares at the sun

There is only one draft.

A Fashioned Supervisor

I took out a five dollar bill and handed it to the woman behind the counter. She took it from my hand without a word, or even eye contact, and put it in the cash register. The numbers came up on the computer.
"$2.30 is your change." The woman's voice is kind of hoarse, but I've heard worse. She dropped the coins in my hand. I'm very glad she refrains from actually handing me the change.
"Thanks. Take care." Certainly an automatic response. The costumer/clerk communication and overall interaction is fairly robotic in any store or given situaion.
"Have a great day." I would expect no less from this female clerk. I can only wonder what she may do with her life in the future. She seems to have a nice enough face. Perhaps something in politics, or guerilla warfare perhaps.
After walking out of the store, I immediately headed back home. This was my day. A day where anything goes so as long as I am at the centre of it all. Jesus, I even thought about calling my girlfriend. It's been two long weeks since we talked, and our last date didn't end very well. What the fuck, though, right? I was in a good mood. What did I have to lose?