i was waiting in line in a fastfood. i got bored.
the manager appeared behind the counter.
i studied his profile. hes not bad looking.
hes probably in his late thirties
and the hairline!
he has a thinning hairline. i could even see his scalp some 3 meters from where i was standing. curiously, i studied his hair...and the scalp too...
then these lines came to mind spontaneously
receding hairline
ebbing tide.
pull me moon,
oh man in the moon!
does it make sense? i dont know.
would u consider it a poem? i dont know.
for a few moments i got so absorbed with my thoughts.
until..
until..
until some perky voice broke my little reverie: "GOOD MORNING SIR, CAN I TAKE UR ORDER!!!!" it hit me. ok. i ordered the usual corned beef and egg meal. i ate my breakfast with much gusto and finsihed it way ahead of Jng and Mrf. i didnt hav menthol cigarettes for dessert. my lungs acting up on me again and my throat still hurts a bit.
Agatha Ruiz de la Prada Fall 2009
the baguette! say hi to breafast!
good morning!
the manager appeared behind the counter.
i studied his profile. hes not bad looking.
hes probably in his late thirties
and the hairline!
he has a thinning hairline. i could even see his scalp some 3 meters from where i was standing. curiously, i studied his hair...and the scalp too...
then these lines came to mind spontaneously
receding hairline
ebbing tide.
pull me moon,
oh man in the moon!
does it make sense? i dont know.
would u consider it a poem? i dont know.
for a few moments i got so absorbed with my thoughts.
until..
until..
until some perky voice broke my little reverie: "GOOD MORNING SIR, CAN I TAKE UR ORDER!!!!" it hit me. ok. i ordered the usual corned beef and egg meal. i ate my breakfast with much gusto and finsihed it way ahead of Jng and Mrf. i didnt hav menthol cigarettes for dessert. my lungs acting up on me again and my throat still hurts a bit.
the baguette! say hi to breafast!
good morning!
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