a silver soda can
sits on my desk
making idle popping sounds
as the bubbles rise to the surface
of the water and release the air
trapped in side
the sweet texture of
rootbeer has a calming effect
i set the can down
and stare at my computer screen
there is a irritating pain in my left leg
Im not sure why my leg hurts but now I limp when
I walk, maybe I should get it checked
I like to read poetry by women
it gives me a psuedo social feeling
like I am actually integrating with
another human being, delving into the
small places of there mind
I take another drink of root beer and wonder
about my ex girlfriend, is there a place
in my life when I can forget her?
now the pain in my leg is persistently
getting worse
I gaze down and my leg
wondering why it would treat me in such a harsh manner
why does my leg cause me such physical and mental
irritation? can I concentrate hard enough and make the
pain disappear? or maybe delude my self
into believe the leg is completely gone, a nonentity
in the end I believe it is already gone
can anything really exist if the processes that control
it and allow it to function disappear?
staring at my distorted reflection in the
silver root beer can i again over analyze my
appearance placing too much significance on
the trivialities of my facial expressions
the last of the root beer is slurped out of the lip
of the can and the can is crushed and idly tossed
into my blue plastic trash bin.

09/07/2003

Author's Note: Im experimenting with my style of writing... Its better then not writing I suppose.

Posted on 09/07/2003
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