More Words About Nothing

Gray words gray faces around the conference table Words lively as a corpse unlikely to offend but for the bloat of putrefaction The voice a 60-cycle hum of pure boredom Words a barium milkshake We drink and drink Words sour the veneer of politeness that keeps us from screaming or simply walking away Like gravity tedium warps spacetime slowing the clock to a standstill. Somewhere […]