Exchange

A vast silence permeates

where I was promised dialogue.

 

I look, I wait...

... just silence.

 

Others seem to play

in the language of prose;

there is banter,

give-and take.

 

I alone sit sulking.

 

My deodorant:

top-of-the-line.

 

My breath:

fresh as the proverbial daisy.

 

My attitude:

sour and sullen,

moody and reactionary....

 

wait, oh...

...s**t.

 

...man....