talkative

You can’t have open ends.
Every adventure has a close,
every tragedy has something that moves you
on.
We’re always just sitting around and now everyone’s getting
so quiet.
And of course,
this is how I’d write poetry
if we didn’t have rules.

Why the stark silence?

All of us, so small, so new
that the novelty wears our sharp edges to round.
redeye d r y 3 a.m. talks—
You’d think
they’d have the kind of substance
you see in the movies.
But we aren’t as adoring of one another
as we once thought
are
we?

Of course things will not end
when you leave and when you grow away.
time as they say it does
will bring us back around.

That means no end
and that means
no
adventure.

don’t make us all so quiet
you.