Tuesday, April 24, 2007

from the other side of the shades

i pull the shades down.
i can still smell the street,
i always do,
they way it calls me,
they way trouble bounces on my window.

as the light crawls out,
the fan slows down,
it goes from cool to noisy,
i look down at my friend on the table,
i always liked bourbons,
they stay quiet while my head bangs,
as i pour my "friend" on a piece o' glass,
a drop of sweat starts running,
cursed fan,
i should get it fixed,
once i get my missing-secretary fixed.

i stare at the dame across my desk,
she seems to enjoy the dark,
her body hides in a silouhette made of heaven,
i've seen the type,
body shapes air like a tuba in a concert,
eyes sharper than a gun massaging your face.

she asks me questions,
she already knows the answers,
her eyes play catch with mine,
words are trivial at this stage,
nobody's listening,
i decide to sip my second,
(or was it my third?)
and she makes her wild proposition,
a icy delivery late at night,
im up for the gig,
im always up.

she leaves in a hurry,
leaves me hanging,
all dames do,
i slowly put my coat back on,
got to find a secretary,
but i'll face those demons 'morrow,
tonight, i got ice.

(related: noir)

fries and ketchup

(or mayonesse if you're pulp-fictian).

Sometimes i wonder,
complements... they're amazing,
they actually, you know... complement stuff.

i beleive simple ideas can change the world for better.

maybe, if we act less like the solution to other people's problems and more like the complement, we could focus more on our part of the deal, and not delude the efforts in feelings of 'grandeur'.

and it's a pretty good feeling to be the compliment to something. Then you achieve fries-n-ketchup-ness, a total state of bliss when fries and ketchup (that would be you) complement each other, and make a better taste out of the combination than one of you would be independetly.

it's like this post, if it helps you make your life just one once better, it will be, well, you know... complementing stuff. your stuff. what more could u ask from the ramblings about fries and ketchup from a guy that doesnt even like his fries with much ketchup, i do like compliments though.

feel free to send them my way ;)