Poetry

Cliché Conversations

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I hate small talk!
The ones we have in elevators,
At the local grocery store,
Or other places we frequent.

I can tell it’s hot.
I can see it’s raining.
I’m well and you are too.
I can’t complain.
God is good all the time.

Yeah,  those conversations
Which state the obvious.
There’s no depth,
No substance,  just air.

I don’t know about you,
But I crave mental stimulation,
I crave meaning,
I crave authenticity.

If small talk continues to build
Upon the foundation
Of previous chats
Then at least we’re evolving.

But if it always stays the same
Bet your bottom dollar
I’m losing interest fast
And pretty soon will avoid you.

 


Contents written: August 21 2016  |  Originally published: August 22 2016  |  Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises