never talk back


Why does it feel so familiar
when you poke your finger in my eye
and laugh hysterically over nothing in particular

I cemented a golden dandelion
for you in a brick wall that was coming apart not so long ago which reminded me
of the time you used to laugh so loud I had to scream in order
to not grow deaf over your inability to
waste a little time on nothing at all

It's just a waste of time
to think it would make a difference
but to pave a path to irritancies of a lesser kind

Speak up beyond the shallow chitterchatter that never
reaches beyond anything but the temporary storage
of your brain and is tossed out when you blink because
the light's too bright and you can't
remember the faces of those that tried so hard to believe
it was real because it's
the only thing you can do without me

Looking inside at the faces of those that
are unable to realize life is more than having
babies and a sedentary, sedated life that has but the ups and downs of illnesses provoked
by an unhealthy existence simply because they're too damn lazy to cook a decent meal,
of wanton deaths they didn't ask for which is solved by just forgetting
because goodness dignity I'm still alive and you're dead and
what was your name again?

Why can I not hide
in a shell of artificial contentment and stabs from under water
that don't run deep because you're either too lazy or too dumb
to realize what you're doing in the first place
let alone why (you are).

I'm suffering from a broken heart and there's no glue to
fix it, no dustpan and brush to pick up the pieces I left
behind on my way to no one knows where.

Force me into a straitjacket of nine to five and obligated dinner plans
because you're out of it
like everybody else.

I want for a dirge
that's uncontrollable
even though nobody died
but I can no longer
because the river's run dry.

Crushing my brain
with a tranquil smile feeling everything
give way to the pressure building up in but a split second,
breaking through the frailty that is I.

Would there be
time for regrets
or would there be
none of that and a lot of everything else?

What was that again?


'never talk back' JoSav 2005

What's it about? There's this funny smell and I don't know where it's coming from.



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