Monday, August 2, 2010

Small Talk Lunch

like talking through water
slow and echoing in my ears
chewing on words
until finally spitting them out
sadly disused
while faces look past me
invisible girl
with her macerated conversation
perfunctory greetings
that gravity toys with
dropping stones on my toes
as the clock bends
bruises make their escape
carrying the ethereal shell
and a throat full of sadness