I just have to ask:
why can't you be a little plainer, a little freer
with what you are asking for?
A little more straightforward
with your words
that drip and fall to the floor
and waste both yours and my lives away.
It's not that small talk is bad,
but too much of it (approximately > 20 words, or more than 5.5-6 seconds)
loses me in an instant. I'm done. I refuse to stay
to pay homage to
what has no point to it;
what am I supposed to respect?
Your ability to taste shadows in the rain
and comment on their flavour?
Your ability to drag things out until the solar systems all burn and implode,
hoping none of us realize
that you literally made up a saviour?
I'm entrenched
in my directness.
Enfranchised in my
'defectiveness'.
Enmeshed in my
self-reflexiveness to exactly the right degree:
if you think my words are mere puffs of air,
then by extension, you must also definitely have far, far more space and time
to let there be
things, and ways of speaking
that allow us all to be just a little more free.
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