Conversation

Its what I said
Not what she said
What he did
When they read

Books aloud
Running crowd
Darkened night
Evenly light

Something in they way
Something in the say
Nothing in the time
Nothing end of rhyme

Promises and Sundays’
Morning and fun days
About me hosing sideways
It’s always

Danker
Wanker
Piss poor
One say

Ill converse
Without verse
Unheard
In my word
In a million years of conversation
You will still never understand me…………

FTBAS 3.28.12