Conversation Voyeur
I like conversation
When you don’t have to talk
And you can just
Sit and watch
Their mouths
Move in ways
They’ll never get to see
Their teeth clacking like dice
Their lips dragging saliva like melting ice
Their tongue gyrating like a wild fox
Trapped in a darkened wooden box
In that moment
You are the voyeur
Because
Looking in a mirror
Is never the same
As when life
Plays out at its own pace
A reflection is an
Outline
Of what’s really
Portrayed
On the outside
And a reflection
Never smiles back
Of its own accord
The sound of
Fizzing
Air
And Rattlesnakes
Dancing under dripping water
As each word and
Breath
Repulse you into
Turning your head and
Watching the cars pass by
Instead.
But the mouths are still moving
Behind the windows
And for one moment,
You wish there was silence
But the world
Does what it wants
And everyone
Will keep on moving their mouths
To the rhythm
Of the conversation
Tangling wires
Through their lives
Conversation is the sound
Of broken clocks
And silence hides away
In the crannies
Cloaked
In a hoarders dreams.
