COFFEE AND WATER

Picking at cuticles.  Unwrapping the thumb from right to left.  Time closing into a biscuit heated by a light bulb painted with abilities soon to return soon to reunite soon to slip from yearning eyes and their retinas leaking sand of months wasted in training and practice and temptation's magnetic field repelling the unlucky.  Standing in doorways until half or almost half of the fingers the decimal points keep snapping into another place another place proposing to a desk in front of a window and its tight blinds tight and unmoving until silence swallows the awkward meal of engulfed conversation down the paper funnel to be shit out onto the carpet a hazard marked with the ink of the minimal and sealed in compliance.

Up and at odds with even more odd decisions swarming around with the buzz up from copies fainter paler even at this end evenly ironed over that time or and this time closing into a biscuit heated by a light bulb painted with abilities soon to return soon to reunite soon to slip from yearning eyes and their retinas leaking sand of months wasted in training and practice and temptation's magnetic field repelling the unlucky.  What abilities just little dark grounds roasted and sluggish at the bottom of the coffee pot wash it out dump it out drum up drier grounds drum it up water it pour the water in wetting the floor tops of shoes pants in the crotch showing the age of stains hurry and dry back to maturity that elusive pointing at the yearning eyes into the yearning eyes and their retinas leaking sand of months wasted in training and practice and temptation's magnetic field repelling the unlucky.


- Max Stoltenberg