Aklerc
04-27-2009, 05:45 PM
Small Talk
I hadn't finished but you took my plate
without a pause to ask if I was done.
The bloated quiet is too much, you say,
to fill with scraping knives and heartless grunts.
Since while we ate, our synchronising spoons
just showed how much we'd become contrived,
you ask with tuts and I respond with groans
and when we sleep we turn on separate sides.
If you could ask, I would give you it all
but when you have chance to speak instead you walk.
And when you come to leave you will not talk;
you take it when you know I'd have given you it all.
I hadn't finished but you took my plate
without a pause to ask if I was done.
The bloated quiet is too much, you say,
to fill with scraping knives and heartless grunts.
Since while we ate, our synchronising spoons
just showed how much we'd become contrived,
you ask with tuts and I respond with groans
and when we sleep we turn on separate sides.
If you could ask, I would give you it all
but when you have chance to speak instead you walk.
And when you come to leave you will not talk;
you take it when you know I'd have given you it all.