(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Monotonous Monologues

Dead space traced to boredom.
And conversations with it,
Exchange this afterall.

Monotonous monologues,
Beating into the ground
With prolonged redundancy.
Make sense for many not to listen.
Or choose to fall to sleep.

Why do some people,
Keep repeating their limited philosophies?
It makes it pointless to disagree.
This fuels a uselessness that is abused...
And purposely used for one to be contrary.

With more than a bit,
Of surfaced contradiction added to the mix.
And a dipping of bait that is solicited with it.

Monotonous monologues,
Beating into the ground
With prolonged redundancy.
Make sense for many not to listen.
Or choose to fall to sleep.

Dead space traced to boredom.
And conversations with it,
Exchange this afterall.

As a drifting consciousness...
Shifts quickly into a daydream fix!
Assisted by a continuous drone.
That takes a place,
As a sound in the background.
To eventually go unknown.

'Excuse me? EXCUSE ME!
No need to look around!
Yes...
I am speaking to you.
I'd like to have everyone's 'full' attention,
Please?
Thank you!
Now...
As I was saying...'

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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