conversations

i keep having these conversations
with the people i know
people in my email
people from my shows
people in my phone
but i forget to ask
all the right questions
forget to go deeper and get curious
instead we just babble on
agree on almost everything
as a form of nostalgia
i have this one friend
keeps changing identities
reminds me of me
occasionally our new identities collide
and we crash & burn
a few months later
we are right back into it
faking our way through life
like the good ‘ol times
keeping up appearances
keep having conversations
with people i used to know
lots of talk talk talk
everyone essentially saying
the exact same thing
lots of misinformed grunts
in the form of 80 000 thousand variations
on poetic languages consisting of
syllables, rhythms, sounds
tongues like drum machines
inside the mouths of preaching clowns
communicating our growing
dissatisfied loneliness
comparison games
silence for the sane
we mere mortals need our music and movies
to fill that dead vacant emptiness
staring at you like Lennon assassinated
when we piss off our programmers and friends
at funeral and award speeches
falling free into the abyss
where all the lost travellers dwell
naked, horny, and wild
unimaginable crumbling skies

10/20/2020

in POETRY