i aM not sure what at alL this meaNs ::: but ::: weekends weRe definitely
not made for michelob my friends — no sire no definitely not :::
>>>
i go to the usual coffeeshop for my typical coffee of the day & decide
to drink in the bustle of the hustle of the midday café ::: people
coMe & go & i sit iN a cozysoft armchair carefully situated below
the artwork [ this month : greeN & yellow abstract expressionisM :
mastermind or no? — i cannot assess — but soMe elevator muzak
for the wallspace ] oN the walL next to the pastry displaycase ::: at
soMe point a toddler alL osh-goshed up toddles over w/ his cinnamonchip
scoNe in hand & gives me a casuaL wave w/ fingers fulL of crumbs &
spit [ the mother coMes by & apologetically tugs her youngster away
froM my corner of the rooM ] ::: i sit & watch thiS typical saturday
twist & fold & turN — the onlooker — the proverbial
fly oN the walL ( or sitting in armchair — no? ) — the invisible
eye — the watcher ::: >>>
although smoking has been banned froM alL such premises in the area —
theRe is something of a smoky quality to the coffeehouse — people
coming in to purchase the only remaining legal international pick-me-up
drug of choice — a little pep in a mug — up & oN &
off we go into the sunshiny day — a little happier — a little
more dehydrated ::: >>>
the ups maN delivers soMe materials to the coffeehouse employees : personal
or not — i do not know : i do not ask aNy questioNs : brown on browN
: i aM down w/ that i tell you ::: >>>
i aM cleanshaven now [ not that you might caRe ] : wearing a light shortsleeved
& collared shirt : stilL verymuch iN summertiMe mode fashion-wise
i guess ::: >>>
alL quieted dowN for a bit at oNe point ::: i aM reading the paper &
also at tiMes typing on my laptop computer [ generaL thoughts & observatioNs
— occasional strings & bits of poetry that coMe to mind under
the influence of coffee no doubt ] :::::::::::::::: i hear the door swing
opeN & the click of highheels to the counter & a woman ordering
her beverage of preference : i look up a bit & notice that the woman
at the counter is none other than the
lady commuter w/ the strange facepatch ::: i look outside the window
of the coffeeshop & — sure enough — iN an exquisitely
close parallel spot to the shop is the teal chevy lumina ::: it is she
::: froM where i am sitting however i cannot decipher whether or not she
has healed — whether or not the facepatch is now removed ::: >>>
i continue reading but occasionally look up to keep my watch —
to see if anything is suspicious about this suddeN coincidental mutual
visit to the coffeeshop ::: >>>
::::::::::::::::::::::::::: she waits for her latte
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: soMe minutes
go by
::::::::::::: & theN at 1 point her cellphone rings : the goddamn
nokia jingle [ i would hope that cellmongers would veer away froM the
default — & also — stay away from any tetris-sounding
musical dealings — or especially fur elise
:::::::: grrrrrrrrrrrr ] ::: she then proceeds to quietly listen to her
cell caller — only occasionally saying this like yes
— mmm hmm — ok — yup ::: | ::: at tiMes
she turns a bit & looks around while midst discourse ::: she is definitely
pinpointing certain coffeeshop dwellers — answering questions a
bit perhaps about the details of this very day ::: i notice something
strange at this point ::: >>>
my neck feels almost asleep — like the funnybones — you know?
— like when you are hit on the funnybones? — or even moreso
like when your feet falL asleep while you are sitting on the toilet for
a long long tiMe ::: bizzarre tingling sensations ::: abnormal extra-sensitivity
combined w/ an unexplainable numbness ::: pins & needles i think of
::: i notice that the sensatioN coMes & goes in waves depending upon
the angle that the facepatch nokia princess holds her cellphone —
she turns a bit more leftward — the sensation goes a bit further
away — turning more to the right — i feel the pins intensify
::: yes — mmm hmm —ok — yup
::: >>>
i wake up ::: i do not know how much time has transpired ::: i am not
sure of the exact tiMe of my passing ::: i look down on the laptop &
it is already 3:37 in the pm ::: my my how the tiMe haS flowN ::: &
the facepatch lady has vanished ::: >>>
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