a conversation over cereal
on friday the last, my sweet darling came over and together
we talked and together, we killed the weather
(and the "whethers").
he said something so clever and fine (too bad i just can't remember)
about you. because it's always been about you (in your mind), forever.
i can picture you swimming 'round and 'round in my head, floating on the water,
but the conversation turned out phony (like baloney), a disaster.
the cereal's been crunched and swallowed, devoured, and feeling better,
i decided to tell, this friend, the friend (who's better)
and he told me something interesting, that you revealed too (much, much later)
and that was the catalyst that pissed me off, instigating an all-time horror
a terror; tremble, tremble, tremulous goes the banter.
and somehow, the friend and i (your friend and i) got madder and madder,
and up up up i towered and slit went my eyes--and out came the anger,
ten million notes heard, ten million screams--the girlie singer
sang. and then we stopped, drooped down deader,
sadder and quieter (but mostly sadder).
except the poison's infested the air, the odor swifter
and still, the conversation continued, unyielding like a monster,
and still, it's about you--i've gone on to surrender.
you win, i retreat, don't make between us one last meet.
that's been snuffed and puffed and put out cold.
i'm ancient, i am old.
i'm too exhausted to wear the gold.
so, that's how our conversation ends and the fury-spates gush out
clumsy and loud.