Conversation
When you interact
with certain people --
-- only if you must interact with them --
it's like chess
but the movement
not being in any tangible sense
but still the frustration
not wanting to damage anything
so hurting the inner
part of the lip from gnawing
while speaking how words
are not really
at all a part of it
they are props
on a filthy stage
wanting really to hand over a drawing
instead of a sentence
representation not literal enough
for an icky cleansing
misremembering late
at night wanting
only a recording
to be sure of what
the mind rearranged.
with certain people --
-- only if you must interact with them --
it's like chess
but the movement
not being in any tangible sense
but still the frustration
not wanting to damage anything
so hurting the inner
part of the lip from gnawing
while speaking how words
are not really
at all a part of it
they are props
on a filthy stage
wanting really to hand over a drawing
instead of a sentence
representation not literal enough
for an icky cleansing
misremembering late
at night wanting
only a recording
to be sure of what
the mind rearranged.
posted by Todd Colby at 7:40 AM
3 Comments:
Sensational verse, I thank you for this one and
the previous one--(sun is actually rising this very moment while typing this.)
I'm your biggest fan.
I love this poem. Thank you for taking the muddled contents of my head and laying it out so perfectly before me on this page.
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