Small Talk


Small talk

Spread by pesky flies

Hovering around my dinner table.

Swarming as they briefly land

On my arms and face and gravy.

It’s such a pesky chore 

To keep the swarm at bay.

You think you have control 

But somehow they slip away

to buzz into your tired brain,

With nothing much to say.

Their numbing tedium

drives me frantically insane.

So they can have the feast 

and eat the meat

And all the mashed potatoes,

and spread their foul contagion

the width and breadth of our fruited nation.

I’m headed to the beach

Or Atlantic frozen glacier.

One must secure escape

From these boring conversations.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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