Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!

empty space


I have become accustom
to the monotonous delivery of your tantrums
(oh, just an inherent condition of his)
I mutter under breath
as our various nerves vibrate
quarrels
over our coffee cups
to fill the empty space
that echoes


across empty plates


I carefully unwind
slow peels of an orange
to scent the still air
disabled by our bitterness, and
we can only sit
in this neutral territory
unable to relate
face-to-face

Written by Wordancer

<----> SEND THIS POEM TO A FRIEND! <---->

Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge