Fighter jets ran out of fuel
They Kiss Quiet
He kisses quiet and she kisses quiet
Nobody knows when they kiss except them
Any passion in their kiss is shared in private;
They haven’t done the French kiss;
He isn’t a prude, it’s the saliva, and besides – how do you coordinate such a thing?
She isn’t a prude either, it’s that foreign warmth, the texture of a tongue (her own tongue gives her the shivers at the best of times), what more a strangers’?
They watch porn together;
they’re fucking like maniacs, she says
He nods, adding: and so loud,
All of that sweat she concludes
They haven’t had sex, they would like to, theoretically. The idea of losing yourself in the moment, in another person, they both agree that this would be an exciting occasion. Although that’s very Hollywood, that «losing yourselves in the other», what does it actually mean, she wonders
He blunts out a theory, maybe like when a really deep song is playing you close your eyes and for those minutes you’re gone, on a another planet
She adds: In another dimension
They smile, if sex is like that then maybe it won’t be too bad, a few seconds of contemplative facial expressions, wistful even, quickly turn to frowns and furrowed brows
But the smell! And the noises! They both blurt out, laughter rings out in front of the muted TV.
Endless fucking; even in movies without sex, they manage to squeeze in something, be it a pointless relationship or love interest (or brothel, she intercepts). His words hover for a second.
The whole world is a Sex of Noise, she declares,
He smiles, nodding, but frowns immediately.
The porn flick concludes with an “Over the Moon” money shot and fades to black.
She says: I wonder what the rest of her day will be like. Wouldn’t it be funny if she went to visit the family back home and she’s kissing grandma and sister’s daughters.
They laugh and watch Classic Tom & Jerry cartoons into the mid-night and beyond.
She’s a lovely girl of course! We speak about the stars and she laughs a lot, around me at least, doesn’t fancy crowds too much but she’ll grow out of her nerves.
I don’t think other people know so little about their best friends, but we have similar tastes in things, I think. Gawd I’m not even sure about that!
[Sleeping on the couch]
She’s a million different things, not one I know, and that’s how my friends describe me. We are intimate anomalies and I love that about us. She’s been through so much, more than any one I know but here she is, living on and blessing me with her beingness. She’s my precious!
Hard worker, first to work, last out. Needs help with her temper, always getting into fights, but she’ll grow out of it.
She’s a bit too easy with the boys.
Say that name again?
She and I are soul mates. Bonded by something everybody else struggles to comprehend. I remember she pulled my tooth out once with pliers. That person she’s dating currently is a digital apparition, I don’t want to date her, I want us to grow old together. Once I’m out of here.
It’s been a long time
_Lights out after drinking out of its sole
ties laces like nooses
Only, bitter better when quitter shoots.
Know what I mean.
Not a question just a statement
Down here, you either pasted and plastered or, blasted over your boom locks.
With, “rocks under your cabinet,”
After the hour has faded into algebra.
Switch the lights out and think and drink and take a dunk.
Like a noose on a sinking space ship.
“Good day cashier! I need some assistance, have you any idea where the farthest gas station may be maybe?”
“Six degrees twenty one miles.”
“Twenty one forty six?”
“…What are you on?”
“Is this one of those places…”
“Thirty nine forty two!”
“Oh for fxxxsake! I just want to know where-”
“Nine nine nine nine! Eight!”