i said something stupid
I said something stupid.
Your motionless face sang disdain.
In search of conversation, I ejaculated a purile triviality.
Your face wrote painful tolerance.
Unrescued by the facially generous conversational cavalry
my lack of small-talk and I would prefer to be alone, or,
in the company of cats.
Poem inspired by an evening of gawkiness in the company of strangers, following an evening of inarticulateness in the company of friends. Its an accident. It’s predictable. Like a broken finger-nail or a drip from the spout of a teapot. Conversational gawkiness. It doesn’t end, teenage-hood stalks you throughout your life.
