As we stumble along the path
in this constant state of inebriation

We trade glances
We trade words

We even trade jabs

Our fists won't stop swinging
Our mouths won't stop running

And though we intend to say so much

Neither of us
can decipher the other


We can't make out a word that is said


But we both shrug it off

It don't really matter

We just want to hear our own voice back


Among the crickets and the quiet

We hum and stumble through the silence


We cannot stand when it is quiet

Why can't we
stand
when it is quiet?