airplane food.Invisible. Everyone reading, talking, eating. Some sleep. I watch them all. Watch their movements. Anaylze their thoughts. No one seems to know I exist. The pudgy, blonde boy with the brillant, bug, blue eyes. The kids that seem rebelious. Read your heart's content away, you'll never have or gain the knowledge I have. But no one knows that about me. Why? Because, I'm invisible. The people around form lines and chew their gum as it was mint-flavored cud. No that gum won't make your wife come back to you. The little girl sitting behind me sees me. I feel her staring. But only with curiousity. I smile at her, her father cradles her away. Read. Sleep. Talk. Eat. All around. All I can think about is that touch. The touch of a person I once loved. I tilt my head wishing his lips were there to combine, to lock with mine. His face engraved in my skull. I miss him. But dare I say I love him. All around my vacant self is dull and full of words. Black and white. Watch the children lie on the seat
ocean's melody.kissing my face, the ocean breeze caressed against my skin. the sun's ray held my cheeks. held me tight. the ocean breeze kissed my lips. salty, like his skin. the water danced for me, suductively. the waves rolled in. each looking like a different nude woman, dancing for my attention. i flick the ashes of the cheap cigarette on the warm sand. the sound of the surf replays its haunting melody. like it did once. in the memory that festers in my skull. looking to the left, there is no one. just sand. i look down. the breeze takes grains of sand away from me. like i'm a disease. i look to the right. there's my almost empty box of cigarettes &my beer. flick. reddish pink stains on the filter of my cigarettes. i put the beer up to my lips, watching the waves. the rest of my lipstick is on the rim of the the bottle. as i drink, i watch the water dance. my face is warm. i listen to the melody. i feel the kisses. i feel the hugs. i feel his hands run up my sides. i can feel him brushing
high.my head becomes light. lifting off my shoulders. raising to the ceiling. gliding out of the open window. begins to float off to the stars. spinning completely out of control. smiling the whole way, i suppose. i'll tell you how beautiful &peaceful the world looks from space.. .now that i'm free. . ..