Rant and rave. Hem and haw.
The Well-Grounded Man
Turn your back to me
and glide away
frivolous
demanding
unaware
unconcerned with the breaking sounds
of my cracking spirit
I will listen to your musings
and meet your blank stare
field your tender apathy
your unassuming air
your cool grace
while I clench my knuckles ghostly-white
Go ahead, spout off romance
I will listen to your most obtuse
profuse declarations
of passions gone past
and as you obliterate your present
I shall nod dumbly and whisper,
"you are right, of course."
Right that there is no one
no one you could see
for I may as well be grass
crushed beneath your feet
And when you've broken my heart
----again.
turn your back to me
claim your wretched eternity
and I shall claim my tears