Sorry This Is a Boring Poem, Or Conversation, Or Whatever
I start to initiate a conversation,
written with myself, in the dark
late November clouds,
and it's quiet and still
judgemental, just as always
in the solitude of being
socially obliged-
Yet, this is a boring poem,
or conversation, because
no drama rears its ugly head
and the decapitated head
has already long fallen
off
rolling, rolling, rolling-
But it'll be back!
don't you worry
your pretty little head off,
this path must meet
with physics and science
and the obscene geometry
that dictates
the virile trajectory
of relapse,
but
I just wanted to talk or write,
or whatever.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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