More Listlessness

I am an exile. The faces, names and actions around me
are as foreign as the first taste of a new fruit.
But the trees here are damp with tepid water,
and the fruit is just as bland. I am wading in unspiced
oates. Wading in general feed. Vague moments
of people pushing themselves and their meanings
around in a haze of nonsense. Gossip-collumn people.
Nothings voicing themselves, birds with no sun
calling the dark of their inability to find passion
without the words for it. And I in a nest of these

nearly going mad. How I ache to be inside the warmth
of their company. Yet, I sit in the room and my big head
or my big mouth and I am a rare thing. I can clear a room
at the bat of a lash. Am I feared? Do I offend?
I am talking to the ebb and flow of short attention-spans
trying to get a real word in. But no one believes in words
or anything for over two minutes. Every night I feel lost and slowed.
Some thick shawl of soul over me, and like a flag
no one paves the roads where I go; I signal and perpetuate
what I find so dismaying: the vacuid smiles and tasteless-broth
gestures of their shallow soup. I am too passionate a thing
to be in the garden of damp matches. And above all this:

why aren't you around to plant my heavy lobes on?

Reviews

[Kimberly Smith]

nice ..this could be a rap..do you rap? NE WAY I loved it..heres my fav. line
Gossip-collumn people.
Nothings voicing themselves, birds with no sun
calling the dark of their inability to find passion
without the words for it. And I in a nest of these

nearly going mad

[wolfshrew]

all of this is so very well said

[hey]

this is absolutely beautiful, crazy, passionate. you don't know how glad i am to have read this :]

[Chuck]

Your poetry is very interesting, and I have spent a good amount of time reading it. You are an excellent writer, and I love this peice in particular...

Great Job!
-Chuck

[Pat]

You are a wonderful writer. Thank you so much for inviting me to see it. Please don't be afraid to put these into book form for the world to see.

Your Pal,

Pat

[Jane Doe]

You know, I really loved each and every word, but really liked this line"

'But no one believes in words
or anything for over two minutes.'

So many people today can't be bothered to listen to anything beyond the sound bites (bytes?) of the 10 o'clock news. This is a wonderfully poignant piece and it is going into my favs! Well done!