striped shirts today

28 9 2010


336-346

There is a guy with a black striped shirt. The stripes are bright orange and yellow. They are thin horizontal stripes, two of a color at a time. He walks with a girl who wears a baggy faded-pink polo, and her hair is sort of dirty looking, and her face and posture is sort of slumped and sluggish, and she seems to slosh, rather then walk. Like a loose bag of water being drug down a hill. The guy lifts his elbow to look at and adjust his watch or bracelet. It is a rather aggressive movement, with the sharp of his elbow raised to the throat line of the girl.



There is an old man with his head low, and it seems like he is readying to take a punch. An ole’ square-jawed white hair, that one. The sun peeks out over the yellow building and shines through the layer of wires to where I sit.



There is a kid in a horizontally striped shirt- this is a different one from the previous one, and his shirt is red and green and white stripes, and he seems to twitch his head to the right, as in, it is a little tic that he has as he walks, and he is one of those thick kids. Not necessarily fat, but you would never call him skinny, and he would never be called outright fat, but he is dense, and his hair is a crew cut/ short style, and his face is round, and his hair is square, and his arms have no definition w/r/t muscle, and what do you do with these people. He is not necessarily weak. Maybe he is, but are these people the equivalent of cows- like some bovine species, or like a lazy farm dog anthropomorphized to the point that eventually it evolved into this creature on the sidewalk twitching in the neck. You see?