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pop radio/coffeggs/3332
everything looks different when the light is changed
lens dipped in another hue
morning visitation and a full proof plan
“where are we most efficient?” i ask
“how can we spend the rocket fuel?”
my answer is a grin and a smile
ear to ear
like the devil playing with his colection of souls
all lined up and placed in plastic vehicles
driving to the plot
like god beating at the coastlines
with ocean waves and wind
laughing at the body count
we wanted to be traitors today
we wanted high velocity
a sparkle and a bucket of fire
loose lipped strategy and guerrilla tactics
settled for coffee and eggs
talked about the weather
how it makes people dumb
then decided it wasnt the weather
people are just dumb
talked about new music and how new is old is new
an emulation
reliving memories
fighting ghosts and demons
she told me about her idea of love and what it means
i copmpared it to a mcdonalds drive thru
she pleaded her case with a “heart”
i compared it to a box of roofing nails
the waitress doesnt like me
i think its because im writing everytime she tries to speak to me
i thinks shes an ugly woman
she isnt well groomed and looks dirty
she smells like cigs and depression
i want to request a new waitress but the kind of place this is youre better off just leaving
breakfast was fine tho the service stinks..literally
our conversation shifted to my ideas of luv
she compared my heart to an old dog
tired but honest and loyal
the waitress just spilled coffee on my plate of eggs
i tell her to tighten up her roller skates
she tries to shoot me dead with her laser eyes
shes just bluffing
back to ideas and comparison
im being criticized
this is fine and im actually enjoying it
its great to find out what people honestly think of you
people usually just make you out to be what they expect of you
no matter who you really are youlll always be the version they made in their mind
i let my new morning friend talk on
she tells me about travel and how my spirit is alive but full of doubt
she tells me i have so much to give
she tells me to take the minor chord out of the new song i wrote down on a napkin
then she tells me to tie my shoe and that too much sugar is bad for me
she tells me about her work and how it tells her what to do
about her car and its dents and fractures
self inflicted and fueled by alcohol
i ask her if she evr wonders
she asked what im talking about
she asked what shes supposed to wonder about
“i guess i cant tell you” i respond
my coffee is cold
