Chesterfield, ottoman, recliner
Grey beards, wrinkles and glasses
Gathered around
Mindless chatter, same old stories
Enthusiastic nonetheless
Sips and slurps
Bites and belches
One woman, walking back into the room
Shatters her glass and the atmosphere
All eyes, all laughs
She smiles and laughs along
"What a klutz" she admits
"What a klutz indeed"
"Bull in a china shop"
"Reckless"
They carry on
Glass is cleaned up
She sips her new drink
"Now don't drop that one"
"Once is enough don't you think"
"No butter tarts for this one"
Laughter and a small smile
A measly woman leans over
Glass in hand
"Would you mind"
And now two drinks in hand
The sickly woman gets up
"Could have picked a better person"
"Can't trust her with that you know"
"Of course not"
But the woman could not hear
And did not laugh
Left with two drinks
She holds tightly
Not daring to spill a drop
Responsibility, privilege
"Let me take that for you"
The host smiled
Laughter once again
Looking down
Both were left to cubes
Both leave her hands
She carries on
Vacant and mindless as ever
Word after word she doesn't catch on
Every other word is about her
Story after story it all turns around
She buries her eyes in the floorboards
And walks out into the night
Laughter growing louder
Farther she drives away
Too far
They went too far
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Static
PoetryCover designed by @AnniesBooks These are my poems. They will eventually become a book of their own. Comments would be very much appreciated.
