Down & Out on a Thursday

I see I’m not the only one at this diner who brought a notepad and pen. 

his drawings are better but I have made the better order.

By Dillon cranston

03.01.2023

When I say, I’m in love!

     And my friends murmur

        I do not love that for him.


Well, why not me? Just yesterday,

I said I had met someone –– my friend asked,

            again?


              They call me

                    “a serial dater”

                        even the ones

                            who are in love,

                              accuse me for trying


they say: you should work

to be content on your own

    –– aren’t they insane?


            For thinking a person

            can subsist on himself.


So forgive me, if I meet someone

new & and my hopes become high...


Really, forgive me.

I am actually sorry.









yellow paper school bus

passes through the window

and returns to falling rain.



chocolate bar crescendo

              once I thought

I had got a golden ticket


                and what if this story

                doesn’t have a happy ending?


Anything could happen.

This is what I love,




                and that’s what

                     really

                        frightens me.








My hair only exists

            to be cut by her.

O, when shall I let it down?


She once asked to be spread

out in the garden, to be nearer

to the cats and I cried

into the covers.


She told

me: in this life,

    we are travelers

    and

        some of the time

               companions


                    (old Buddhist

                    proverb)


I know that somewhere in time,

        I am screaming and crying,

            somewhere being born,

somewhere else

        petting Jojo, somewhere,

 where I love,

           she is swimming through
 
blue waters, her body painless,

              suspended   in











I even said to my friend:

“I wonder if it’s not unattractive

for a guy to tell a girl

how he’s feeling.”



She replied:

    “Wait what?”



                I think

                    bell hooks

                    would have

                            burst out

                            laughing.










    I want to ask the

fellows working

      if they are mad at me.


I have been here quite

  a while, now. Everyone

who was seated, when I

   arrived has left.


   I keep refilling

       my own water,


  and zoning out,

 staring at the other
 
  patrons, eating.


    I will ask for

     another cup of coffee.

        Either they are mad,

        or I will receive it,


either way,

  my heart
 
might explode.











                                                               





                                                                                          alright?









Alright, alright,

when it stops raining,

    I’ll leave.


When I can unwedge my

foot from my mouth,

        I’ll go.


But...I wore all my layers

today, and filled all up

    on chocolate chip

    pancakes.



No way I fit through

the door.














I actually know someone here...

    I saw her at an art show...

        didn’t know she

        had a boyfriend...


whatever...

I’m prettier than her,

            anyways...


















MIKE’S COFFEE HOUSE










              tell me why

              my raincoat

                  is the cleanest

                  thing I own?









        Alright,

          alright,

            alright,


            I’ll go.