twentyone: naplesistoofar
what are sad posts?
a barmaid in a familiar fifth avenue bar&grill holds a pint glass at an angle beneath the draft line. she holds her head at a similar tilt. a stubborn lock of hair tickles her cheek and strokes her upper lip. she has a skin of mediterranean tan and a shy smile like a spanish sunset. the dark, swirling fluid cascades gently and foams at the brim. the guinness settles. i do the same. all this is happening in a different place. a different world. i was there before.
i am waiting for something momentous to occur.
but perhaps i wouldn't even notice with all these screams resounding in my head.
a barmaid in a familiar fifth avenue bar&grill holds a pint glass at an angle beneath the draft line. she holds her head at a similar tilt. a stubborn lock of hair tickles her cheek and strokes her upper lip. she has a skin of mediterranean tan and a shy smile like a spanish sunset. the dark, swirling fluid cascades gently and foams at the brim. the guinness settles. i do the same. all this is happening in a different place. a different world. i was there before.
i am waiting for something momentous to occur.
but perhaps i wouldn't even notice with all these screams resounding in my head.