An Inevitable

This is a little rap from a bygone time and place. Friends, don’t give it away. Tourists would not appreciate that knowledge. Keep it close and it might keep you warm.

An Inevitable

PART ONE

Sunset Denny's   counter all alone
Beeper starts awailing  get me to a phone
O dear waitress please dont' take my plate
Another cup of coffee    you know I won't be too late
        Bye, back in a minute.
        Stepped out on out
Sneered right back at Rodney, tripped on quaky ground
Body checked a freaky old babushka  with that permanent kind of frown.
         Wait....... I don't have a beeper. What was that sound?
        did anyone hear it, or just me?
It's a sign       a revelation
Extacy        a personal elevation
Its mighty wrong to question  or cause an intervention
             Mayve another jerkoff jerkaround by the 
             butchest bitch, Fate.
Held the receiver    pulled it to my head
           like it could bite
           and it just might.
Oh god, Steve, thanks so much for calling    
All morning long your stuff I've been out hauling.
The neighbors nearly grabbed it all but I stashed some 'fore it was too late
A bottlecap collection and your momma's franklin mint plates.
so come and get your 
socks
jocks
clocks 
'caus I'm changing all the locks.

{ and so I say.....}

Oh....... I'm sorry for everything.
Uhhh..........
Who are you?

PART TWO

SWF experiencing everything before it happens, a seeer.
We will be together
supposedly forever
Our love and passion
The envy of all around.

Some futures can't be controlled
An attempt would take a toll
and everything that's reached such heights
has always hit the ground.

That's where I am.
I'm talking and freaking you out because the emotions from 
the future visions are more real and intense than any of the present.
I wanted to talk to you again even though I didn't.
Oh well, we'll meet you know where.
Bye.
Click.

so I walk back to my colorful Grand Slam
and cooling coffee
and wait
and wait
and wait
'caus it's coming.

Steve Ivanovics 
July 1996

Published by ivanonthekeys

I throw words together for stories, poems, and other things. When alone, I think. and abide. The Many-Minded Monster Morosely Minds his Meat.

Leave a comment

Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started