Another Silence

Silence

Jarring things silence, voices in my head go on arguing about
the most humdrum subjects.22.55, or 23 hours? Look at
your watch, dust head. Always keep it ten minutes fast as not
miss the bus. Where are you going so late? Home, you idiot,
I can´t sit in the bar all night. The barman is polishing glasses,
spits on them to makes them shiny; none of my business.
I drink beer from the bottle, Walk home, Chomsky is going on
and on world´s coming to an end, and USA is an evil empire.
Furiously shake an almond tree its flowers fall silent as snow.

poem by Oskar Hansen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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