communication.

Whenever I sit in the Cube by Starbucks, two things happen. I fall asleep temporarily, because those chairs are seductive, and I quit doing homework and just listen/people watch. Here's the result(s).


communication.
Lovers talk in rippling whispers, ruffling hair, the sound of a kiss
Old friends talk with ease, personalities fitting like Legos
And customer communication....oh I'm tempted to write a book
Some treat you like a small beetle
Others are kind, remembering when they wore your shoes
And parents. Oh how many times have I wished
Slapping strangers in public was not taboo
In waitressing particularly
Some parents wait, hawkish, for a murmur of rebellion
Pouncing without mercy
Or they ignore, letting society do the job for them
Then complain if the kid doesn't come home for Christmas
Some parents
Like mine
Use their years to light the way. they delight in you.
And that is immeasurably important



Also, as I walked down to the bathroom in Coffman, I saw this fellow weaving all over the floor. He was drunk, naturally. Remember the sidewalk crack game? Well, he was playing it, and failing miserably. I chuckled all the way to the bathroom.


this was written to M. Ward's version of Rave On, on repeat.
Signed, Gyp