Adriana Thompson Poet Blank verse

All About Nothing

ALL ABOUT NOTHING


I waste in verbalism. 
The sounds come out of my mouth
swimming in the gray afternoon;
their white swollen bellies float
as if they are dead fish in a polluted aquarium
with an equal proportion of water and sand.

The words seem to have a purpose;
they fall around me disintegrating in syllables as 
I spread them thin on the coffee cups,  
and I am not afraid of an explosion 
when my audience roll their eyes
“whatever” 
they don’t say it
but I feel it. As if they didn’t go through that.

I uncoil.

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Poet Destroyer A February 23, 2016 at 4:29 PM Adriana, wow, that's some deep metaphors. Swimming in the gray afternoon. Again, WOW, this is an awesome free verse poem. :) LINDA Adriana Thompson February 23, 2016 at 6:31 PM Thank you