Wednesday Afternoon at New Amsterdam Coffeehaus

"So have you gotten to the point where you can't stand the stink of money yet?"

"Hmm...I don't think so. There are times when there are people who bring in really smelly money. And that's gross. But right now, I'm happy with the fact that I've been able to hold so much money in my own hands."

"Haha. Man, yea, I can't stand it though when people come into the store and they're looking for their money and finally they realize it's in their sock. And I'm watching in horror as they unlace their shoes and hand me a filthy bill smelling like goddamn feet."

"Geezus."

"And the women who put money in their bras? What's up with that?"

"So you think fat people stink because they can't reach everywhere cause their so fat?"

"That's my theory. They shower or whatever but there ain't no way they can scrub under every single fold of fat, right? That's why they smell. And its a common smell among fat people. I know, I've got my share of obese people who come through the store. It's all the same. I'm not makin fun...I'm tellin the facts."

"Yea, there are some stinky people who come into the bank and there's this one guy who just smells so bad, I just wana hurry up and count the money. He can't walk away fast enough for me."

"Hahaha, that's funny."

"Tell me about it.....hey, since when do you smoke cigars?"

"I dunno. Just when you said you wanted to smoke cigars. I have to say I've smoked more cigars then cigarettes lately. I guess that's a good way to stop smoking cigarettes. haha."

"We definitely need to go get some better cigars. These things just ain't cuttin' it."

"Yea. We need to find a good cigar shop. Did you know the cigs in the vending machine here are five bucks. That's bullshit."

"One time, me, **********, and *********** bought a cigar down in ********** and we all three were puffin at it for like an hour and we still weren't through with it before we couldn't take no more. That's a real cigar."

"That's cool. Hmm...I sure could go for some onion rings right about now."

Naked and Bleeding

Peel off my shirt
Unbuckle your belt
Kick off our shoes

Keep your socks on.

Nothing to lose
Don't worry
We'll clean up later.

Pull me away.
Hold me close.
Fast forward...then rewind.

Lost and tangled
Suffocating (...breathe...)
Falling apart(...stay close...)

Keep your head on.

Now all I feel are
Your finger prints on me.
Don't worry...all bruises fade.

Are you there yet?
Let it wash over you.
And let me watch.

Keep the lights on.

Then you ask about my scars.
Don't if you can't take
The bleeding.

For now I'm sitting on
Your shoulder...
With white wings and red tail.

Existing somwhere between
a temporary fascination..
and a long-term complication.