Conversation Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'What are you doing? '

Sssshh.
Come over here.
Look at that.

'What are they doing? '

I have no idea.
I've never seen it done,
Inside before.

'Me either.
Nothing is on.
No TV, stereo, radio
Computer...
Nothing! '

Did you see that?

'No, what happened? '

While one was talking...
The other one was listening.
Stopped!
And then the other one started.

'Why?
What is that called? '

I see people doing it louder outside.
But I'm usually on my cell or have my iPod.
I block that stuff out.
Lots of kids do that too,
At my school.
But always they are surrounding dudes on the ground,
Fighting!
That's when I have 'Whitney' blasting out her new jam.
Sheeeee's Baaaaaccck!

'How did you get a copy so soon? '

Don't worry about it.
Sssshh...
They're smiling and holding hands.
They are planning to get rid of me...
I just know it.

'Why would your parents want to do that? '

I don't know! !
Don't KILL ME! PLEASE DON'T

~Boy! ? What's wrong with you?
Can't your mother and I have a conversation,
Without you scaring us half to death! ? ~