fish in the sea

He doesn’t make himself available, you see, because he’s actually a closed shell. Apparently whoever he was with put him through hell.
They’re not together anymore.

He will tell you all about himself, while he is out there, on the scene. Yes he is there, only to meet his needs.
Is this the man I get? Stung by a woman I have never met, eaten inside and clinging to hurt, as though going a step further would bury him in the earth.

Is this the man I get? Stung by a woman I have never met. She’s gone after the time
it took to create, keep, and end. The only thing I may have of him is something resembling a friend. A friend I fool around with; a friend of absent feelings; and a friend punishing me for someone else’s crime.

I am not her, and she is not me. When will he get it; when will any of them see? I’m a fish swimming in another sea.

in rhythmn with a stick of beef jerky

today the sun was gobbled up by high altitude cummulus clouds, and i, all but shivering in my bright orange hoodie at the hess mart, managed to lock my keys in the car.
what good is triple A when your membership card is locked in said vehicle, and you've lost your cell?
nada.
you become, como se dice? a plebe.
walking around with humanity, waitin on a friend in the jam-packed service station so damn hungry you could eat that 50 cent bag of pork rinds.
well, unless you are me, but i digress.the station's only phone book had been saturated with fire extinguisher fluid, so i had to dial information for my dad's number.
and apparently, there's a stephen m-a-z-e in town now.that is not how you spell it.
i waited, for a small span of eternity, with a dwarf hispanic gentleman who was keeping in rhythmn with a stick of beef jerky.
it could have been any song, perhaps something from his native whatever.
the last time i had an enounter with a hispanic dwarf, i got a promotion.
who knows what this week holds?