Sunday, 28 February 2016

Insignificance

my insignificance and i
often converse
about the insignificance
of our conversations.

i am an exclusive guest at
the long dark tea-time of my soul;
my musing sips on itself:
measures out my life in teaspoons
of self-indulgent poems.

...

i'm just a dog
looking for a car.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

You beautiful self-absorbed fool.

Bug said...

As long as I'm beautiful.

Anonymous said...

You are.

Anonymous said...

You're also liked by me. (I have a thing for fools, especially beautifully self-absorbed ones)

Bug said...

If you love me, won't you let me know?

Anonymous said...

You replied to that with lyrics from a coldplay song? C'mon. I was being real. You could have just told me that you liked me too. Maybe I needed it. Being the way I was. Giving away love anonymously on ice cream blogs. Did you even think?
Self-absorbed fools, right?

Bug said...

I thought you had a thing for the foolish self absorption?

Anonymous said...

For self-absorbed fools, not foolish self-absorbtion. There's a difference.
And yes. You still have a shot.

Bug said...

This half-hope is corrosive. But then, I'm also self-destructive.
I'll take it.

Anonymous said...

Alright. I'm going to give you my email ID- diane.train3@gmail.com. Your move.
I'll be waiting. Maybe.