This Poetry, This Conversation

facing you i begin to say words,
this poetry,
this conversation, i do not really know
what i'm gonna say
i just keep on saying
i never plan it and when i step outside
the house to be with the clouds and the sea
i get very silent

i do not know what to speak about anymore.
this poetry.
this conversation. this talk about
nothing at all.

whoever put the words into my mouth
owes me an explanation tonight.