Strangers and acquaintances
gather, smiling innanely--
I can't figure if the joke
is them or me.
Jocular small talk and
statements that mean nothing
shuttle back and forth
like lite-impact badminton cocks
but once in a while they land
with a thud.
quietly devastating
An excellent, sparse account of what we all feel at times.
Could be read as an account of the onset of dementia.
(but then - maybe - the title might not fit...or would it?
<Deleted User> (13762)
Wed 2nd Aug 2017 08:24
terrific - your writing
terrifying - the situation
curling up in a ball in a corner is one solution but perhaps not that socially acceptable unless one wishes to be locked up in the madhouse.
funny too - I can also see the title referring to an unmentioned TV set in the background playing 'the game' which mustn't be missed and only adds to the tension of noises.
Col.
Hi Rachel,
The pretence is mind-boggling. I can't do it, that's for sure. So true. You have described it perfectly. Fab poem, and funny too.
Suki
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elPintor
Sun 6th Aug 2017 03:36
I wrote this after being accosted by an insurance agent at my local auto garage while being coerced into dropping a stupid amount of money on an auto repair.
Anyhow, it struck me how--after ascertaining my vocation--this fellow tried to open up conversation with me with questions like "do you get benefits?".."are you 1099 or salaried?"
I thought. to myself, that I could never be more miserable getting paint under my fingernails than he could be hearing "it's none of your fucking business!"
Thanks to each of you for your comments and 'likes'--and dear goodness, speak out whenever you feel free!
Love, Rachel xx
ps
I have to say, I really trust those garage guys..I know in my heart that it was expensive repair...