Dialogue

Dialogue

i keep telling myself,
"life isn't going to be
the dialogue
in those old
european films."

i keep telling myself
real life 
is never going to be 
as deep or meaningful
as i've wished

i keep telling myself
this dialogue
this movie
is an after-school special
or a homemade porno film
not 
fellini
bergman
or 
rohmer

i keeping telling myself
dread
is something you feel
but nothing
i
or anybody else
can talk ourselves
out of

i keep telling myself,
"get used to it, motherfucker,
cause there's nothing else
to get used to."

i keep telling myself
cause experience
has borne it out
that living
is less
"life, love and death"
than 
which doctor
is gonna treat
your skin condition 
best
and whose going to sell you
a new seat of tires
at the best
price

and thank god
it's so little
"life, love and death"
anyway
since
none of us
are anything but pretenders
windbags
and con-artists
farting through keyholes
when it comes to knowing
anything 
about 
"life, love and death"
anyway

2 thoughts on “Dialogue

    1. thank you, Bob. interesting as it is one i questioned if it was worth “publishing.” great to know that maybe it was. as always, thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. it’s sincerely appreciated. peace.

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