Stare at the wall
Stare at the ceiling
Eyes glazed, minds dazed
Trapped in death wearing masks of sadness
Words spewing, flailing arms in less crowded space
Interruptions from the waiter cause obscure comments from the tables speaking guild
Is there a resolution to the conversation?
What is the purpose?
That’s the meaning, the manifesto…”WTF”
Idle chitchat to pass the time with hints and slivers of individual personalities
Plain and simple ***
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:42 PM UTC
Stare at the wall
Stare at the ceiling
Eyes glazed, minds dazed
Trapped in death wearing masks of sadness
Words spewing, flailing arms in less crowded space
Interruptions from the waiter cause obscure comments from the tables speaking guild
Is there a resolution to the conversation?
What is the purpose?
That’s the meaning, the manifesto…”WTF”
Idle chitchat to pass the time with hints and slivers of individual personalities
Plain and simple ***
This poem is over a decade old!