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.