Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Poem 33 of 365

Talkabouts

Whispers intimidate,
          Talking beneath your childlike style of conversation
                    Your aggravating sub-notions of congregations
                              Your immature version of the right-of-passage in-fixations  
Rumors interrogate,
          Stories of lost-in-translation fantasies
                    Fixated fancies
                              On the tip of my tongue with disbelief. 

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