Table For One
Hard, sanded, broken wood
always seated
never stood
no need for assembly
no need for thought
Just wandering eyes and pausing sighs
The ones that are use for endearment or quivery
or possibly maybe for sucking in madness
Madness which is the movement and noise
hustling partners
pointless muscle
aging parents
misguided kids
single lovers
loveless marriage
olden friends
all in different skits
Everyone's walking, some which are talking
I hear as whispers
Displaying a plot less theater to my eyes
Tuning in and tuning out the dialog to make it my interest
"She didn't turn it in, he never told her...
there going to build another office house maybe...
one day I hope you would love me as you did in...
Texas was amazing I hope we go again but I hope we never see...
those damn tourist never tip."
Amusement in every corner
some are dusty others sharp
some if you turn to it, you'll see a spark
Sitting here on my occupied companion
the cushion molding as I sip
No realizations could hit me
No fathoms of disbelief
No grand plans are put out
just me with my green tea in a table for one
being observant, is rather fun.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2009
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