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[aid] => mick
[title] => Eighteenth Cappuccino
[time] => 2004-04-19 05:27:10
[hometext] => Take this as you may... I think it's actually a bit funny.
[bodytext] => I sit in a café bar at midnight Drowning down my eighteenth cappuccino Spellbound, I watch the cars Zoom by outside the window, the red lights trailing, I’ve been wired for thirty-six hours Haven’t slept since Tuesday Tucked into the darkest corner Pretty sure no one sees me At 12:05 this night A drunk stumbles in from a down-town club Still waving a beer in hand His friends order him some black coffee Pop a cigarette between his dry, thin lips He sings and he stutters He dances and he trips Lost and blinded in his haze of happy elixir While I’m wired and on my eighteenth cappuccino The drunk guffaws and spits and clops around the café A chair tips over, then a table There goes the third shattered coffeepot The drunk collapses beside me, Face inches from mine Hey, I thought I couldn’t be seen! A demonic smile and stale breath Asks me, “How you doing, babe?� “I’m wired and on my eighteenth cappuccino.� He sneers and licks my cheek His slimy and moldy and perverted tongue Dragging across my cheek He died at 12:15 this night Got his skull bashed in and smashed to A pulp With the empty mug from my eighteenth cappuccino I haven’t slept since Tuesday And I’ve been wired for thirty-six hours [comments] => 7 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 13 [informant] => angrybunny [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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