Archive for July 31, 2014

Business Brunch

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on July 31, 2014 by dc

There is something
Hollow when he speaks,

Like a dentist’s
Repeated mantras,
Bus stop gossip
Or the forced cry
Of children.

His hands look
Light and hollow,
Gently wafting
Above his scripts;

His hair
Doesn’t match
His eyebrows

And his buzzwords
Sound like flies
Dizzily drifting
Into coffee cups

At a business brunch
For sales drones,

I’m chewing the skin
On my thumbs.