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Tim's gay

Contributed by iodinelove on Monday, 28th February 2005 @ 04:44:49 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

One day
I was walking through the mall
wearing my favorite blue sweater
my right thumb poking past the tattered thread
my left thumb sunk deep into my jean pocket
I was walking and drinking a cup of coffee
watching the windows the mannequins
dancing slumber like a stone.
I adjusted the bill of my ball cap
I took a sip of coffee
I patted down my pockets
finding cigarettes and loose change
I quickened my pace
I pulled open a glass door
and stepped outside.
I searched my pockets a little more
I found my lighter
I found what I was looking for
I pulled a cigarette from my pack
a camel light
I lit the cigarette
inhaled
sighed
breathed deeply
deeper
letting the nicotine
surge through my bloodstream
finding its proper place inside my brain.
As I smoked I found myself looking for the mountains
finding only a crowded street
overpriced apartments
car after car after car.
I turned around
I looked at my reflection in the glass door
my reflection and dirty fingerprints
smudged over the glass
I began to fall into a deep thought.
As I was conjuring some empty dream
My friend, Tim, came up.
Tim works in a jewelry store.
Tim is eighteen.
Tim wears black slacks
a light blue shirt
a pink tie
a navy blue suit jacket
Tim has no color coordination
But I still think he's gay.
Tim is a good kid
a little hyper
a little too outgoing
a little oldschool
old fashioned
shake hands
type of guy.
He's got a lot to learn.
About women
about himself
about the world
about life.
He seems so unaware
so ignorant to the world
falling apart around him.
He has esteem issues
I don't know why
he's a prince charming if I ever met one
I see girls staring at him all the time.
He says he has no friends at school
that he's a loner
he shadows me when I'm working and talks my ear off
drinks diet cherry coke or diet dr pepper
chews gum all day
and somehow makes it through each day alive
happy.
I wonder if he cries at home.
I wonder if he ever feels alone.
I wonder what its like to live his life.
I wonder why he sees me as a friend.

I turned around
I said,
Tim...
He said,
Are you working today?

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-02-28 04:44:49]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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