answers his own rhetorical questions.
Jamie Doom bids farewell to motime.com. He can now be found at
http://www.sinosplice.com/~doom/
Come check it out. Thanks to motime for getting me started.
Doom
To Whom It May Concern:
Please contact me if you know the whereabouts
of the girl, with the particularly good posture, eating
shrimp and grits here this morning around
I think I love her.
She seemed to be in the exact center of the
restaurant, and I was listening. She was waving her arms
and slicing the air like a conductor
bringing Rhapsody and Blue home--all this while
tightly clutching her coffee cup.
Not a decaf-kind-of-girl, I’m guessing.
And before those at her table raised their oyster shots she
spoke of Anton Chekhov. After he died, his body
was transferred from
car that had the words “Fresh Oysters” painted on the
sides. And she was laughing a most wonderfully true sound.
She toasted Chekhov, and while she was at
it--Tolstoy, then slurped the oyster down.
And I can’t recall glimpsing such joy over such a silly
fact(But some remember life is a beautiful comedy, and how
can we begrudge them that?).
Meanwhile, the companion at my table was explaining
something of great importance to him, about a car, or his
parole officer, or some interesting looking rash; just before
I cut him off with a large, “Shush.”
And he punched me on the nose.
restroom. And when I returned he was
gone and more importantly SHE was gone.
So here I sit, finishing the rest of his cheese omelet, and writing
this rather strange request. Please contact me. I’ll be the one with
a crooked, red nose and the quickly-beating heart just waiting over here.
Lately
Lately, at night in bed when
I begin to slumber, and
the world becomes a soft
breeze played through
the screen near
my head, and I am
beginning to shrug
off that
heavy, gray coat
called day;
and my eyes
are hidden like stones behind
peach skins, and the fan above
is clicking the seconds
off my rest, I begin
to fall back,
and soon the clicking is
gone and the world
is flying
past me as I fall
way
back.
Back to
Lately, I wonder if
rousing myself,
and climbing
back up from slumber
and unwrapping
and unwinding
my body from
sheets and night, and
throwing light
in my eyes
is really in the
best interest
of
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