the drunk, the loner, the clown, the saint
all are invited–
the card’s addressed to you.
grace em with your presence
so who’s it gonna be?
lemme guess–you’re bringing your Self?
[she’s hoping for a stand-in]
serving up platters of blindsided eyerolls and sideways sighs
chit chat n’ cocktails
fuel for idle murmur
idle idle chit chat
puts one to sleep
idle idle chit chat
seeps sleepy fumes of the mundane
so crack a window
kill the car,
idling makes me sick.
idle idle if you must–
but do it over there
put it in gear
steer the convo away from here
off a cliff, through the mud,
heck, even into a tree
please don’t subject my ears
to this banality.
“Next stop, Meaning Town.”
tell em how to get there
tell em where it’s at
better to share the road
than us all chokin’ on fumes of
idle idle chit chat
