Coffee stained teeth
With breath that reeks of cigarettes & emptiness
A hollow sphere
Dead, translucent, eyes tear into my forehead
As one eye droops under the weight of disappointment
Her hair is fried and brown
Parted by accident
The rusted, decaying train rumbles by the diner — for a moment shaking the guests in their seats
I bet she has quite the opinion on the fairness of life
“What is your name honey?”
“Not worth your time.” — I mumble through clenched teeth
And not worth mine
I do a fantastic job pissing time away.
Though my time holds value;
Similar to how halloween candy is on sale in November
Americana isn’t dead. It is thriving
Cows produce more meat than ever
And I can’t help but feel the heat of her putrid breath
She lingers, because hints are hard to come by
The diner is nearly empty
But these vinyl seats have heard every story
Red and clinging under the hot summer’s day
they have lived a thousand lives
I haven’t had apple pie in years.
“Jacob, my name is Jacob.”
She unbuttons a button on her tattered grey blouse and leans in to reveal herself in a great wisdom.
The moment passes, and the luster fades.
She was once something, something to behold — now a relic of old
I should really start taking a multivitamin.
Under the table
Under the gum, spit and tears
I feel a hand clasp my knee
This isn’t battle if you are destined to lose
I’ve worked eighty hour weeks for the past year
And now I’m tired
The allure of it all fades pretty quickly
She pulls me in, telling me this is how it is supposed to feel
This is right
Some things you just shouldn’t bother to question
The more I make
The more I spend
But that brand new coffee table sure looks nice
She whispers the faintest promise,
“I can give you everything you want, things you’ve only imagined.”
The price? All I have to do is submit
It is almost too easy
Look left, look right
Everyone else is
This is right. This is what I want, right?