Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Blank

I sit at a computer and drink cans of diet coke. Popcorn touches these salted lips. With frustrated fingers I can barely type to a yellow screen...a post seems like a distant dream; that oasis hidden by a desert storm. So I sit with blood shot eyes as an eeriness turns inside. Thunder Road plays on the radio: one last chance to make it real. It's late so soon, past 3am. Time to undress a cool bed and sleep long in this empty room.

7 comments:

Human Paradox said...

Good stuff SC. I can relate to this. Excellent imagery.

Juice Box said...

Late nights, huh? I swear I'm the most productive then. Really nice SC, the language here is stunning.

Kalidoss said...

To your square corner,I have come with a round peg..hope we match..

Old Ollie said...

Love these poetic stories.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so relate! I love the flow of this. And the last line is perfect.

theimaginativetraveler said...

I could feel the raspy wind, and see the weary dance..how close we all might be to that place.

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