tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8671081.post-1097479384745359502004-10-11T01:17:00.000-07:002004-12-29T23:31:46.053-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Leah</span> </strong> <br /> <br />At ungodly hours <br />customers wave dollar bills in your direction <br />screaming a name <br />you have chosen for yourself. <br /> <br />You are a Muse for shit, the origin of desperate <br />hands.On four-inch stilts, on a stagebehind the bar, <br />you are important <br />in Brazilian-cut capris, <br />thong, and backless top. <br /> <br />You escaped every contour of the Philippines dancing <br />around a silver pole, <br />wide eyes <br />following you back and forth. <br /> <br />I am in Lipstickdrinking a double Kettle-One <br />and cranberry, waiting for six in the morning, <br />to drive my drunk stripper <br />home. <br /> <br /><strong>Distractions</strong> <br /> <br />I'm exhausted from doing nothing <br />much and being a stain <br />in your function. <br />So I get busy <br />looking for those dopamine <br />gone missing. <br /> <br />I'll visit calm spots <br />and have <br />some secret conversation <br />until I resort to playing <br />Rush'n'Attack, <br />thinking one red star, <br />sexual domination. <br /> <br />Watching Hogan's Heroes, <br />then switching to Arkanoid <br />and when I lose my balls, <br />bang my wall against the head, <br />walking around until I pace a <br />mote around my bed. <br /> <br />If anyone calls... <br />can't compose myself <br />catch me while I'm arguing <br />with the cobwebs <br />and hanging from the corner of the ceiling, <br />watching popcorn fireworks <br />complaining about something... <br />and thinking of anything...but you. <br /> <br /><strong>Mannerisms</strong> <br /> <br />When walking under <br />an awkward moon, <br />keep your head tilted <br />slightly south. <br /> <br />Ignore the stains on the scope <br />and limp into the slant <br />of the street, careful <br />not to break your stride. <br /> <br />Keep your femurs swinging <br />firm off your pelvis. <br />Stand on your own two, <br />never mind any broken vertebrae. <br />Scratch off your left foot, <br />then mid step and lean into your step. <br />Overlook first impressions. <br /> <br />If you come across company <br />keep your line of sight <br />somewhat misleading. <br /> <br />Share some kind <br />of weak confidence. <br /> <br /><strong>Serial</strong> <br /> <br />Bitch <br />is <br />sand in the rain <br />a hole, <br />you watch cat play <br />pouts <br />each time. <br /> <br /> <br />Bitch calls, smart and makes… <br />Plans. <br />Rhythmic mope, and says… <br /> <br />Tone howls high-pitched <br />nouns. <br />dodge the drops; <br />with a fingernail <br />watch the dead cat puddle, <br />tire strikes <br />decay. <br /> <br />call smart and make <br />plans. <br />rhythmic howls; <br />high-pitched <br />nouns. <br /> <br />Stand in the rain and dodge the drops; <br />dig a hole through your face with a fingernail <br />while watching that dead cat lay in the puddle, <br />and each time a tire strikes… <br />a small bell rings, throwing out a hint of decay. <br /> <br />Bitch calls smart and makes… <br />plans. <br />In rhythmic tone, howls high-pitched <br />Says… late. <br /> <br /><strong>Copyright ©2004 Carlos David Garcia </strong> <br /><p><strong>Leah won the 2002, Florida Community College Activities Association's "Best Poem" and was originally Miambiance, issue #13, published in Miami-Dade College.</strong></p><strong><em></em> <br /> <br /></strong> <br />CarlosDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09242344069362705162noreply@blogger.com