Saturday, January 22, 2011

Stuck In The Diner From Hell With The Teenage Angst Blues Again

mindless chatter pours freely
as if it were a river of triviality
flowing from a melting glacier
of disjointed, disembodied
disappearing attentions

no banter
no discourse
no recourse
no wit
no courage voiced in outrage
no passion-
save the passion for personal possession
passion for a moment in the communal spotlight
another chance to say-
"look at me!"
wouldn't be easier to wear a shirt that proclaims-
"hi, my name is needy"

on they try though-
an a+ for making an attempt
snappy conversation served on plain white bread
prison food for minds trapped on the
parchment farms of suburban mediocrity

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