Consuming Silence Poem by nathan martin

forget your question mark,
you have said enough already.

smoking in between complex gestures.

forget your gestures.

i feel better about things that way.

left open and silent that is....

there is no absurdity in silence no
over indulgence of jacked up
quietion marked innuendo's.

i dont think i like the word innuendo,
it makes me think of phychiatrist in turtlenecks.

i need to forget about phyciatrist in turtlenecks
sitting with thier leggs crossed like double
edged question marks.

i think there are cheap prints of claude
monet on the wall.

i need to forget about the cheap claude monet
prints and rooms filled with innuendo's.

perhaps i could swallow them like when i was
child playing with my chef boyardee soup the
letters floating around in swirls.

lucky for me i have a word like silence that is
canabilistic silence consumes innuendo's
and turtlenecked phychiatrist.

silence consumes everything if you are patient enough.