Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

In The Silence


In the silence
after all the comedian's jokes
poorly executed
thinking you could be funnier
all the songs played
rocked out
and drained
libido and ego
swollen
volcanic and dangerous
a natural but human
disaster
screaming in a fog
a perfect scene
for a dramatic movie
but
no characters are there
to memorize the lines
insulting the sky
for not portraying a nostalgic painting
that for some reason
you still remember from your childhood
hating all the laughing faces
smiling
confident in their mistakes
believing in themselves
like Gods
stealing all the light
you crave for photosynthesis
taller flowers
blooming
beautiful
but still just a weed
dandelions
seeds blowing in the wind
offspring being carried away
by the wind that blows
into your lungs with a force
to strong for involuntary breath
cold and dry winds
blasting into your iris
dripping down your cheek
a forced and emotionless tear
damn it's cold
it's winter
no more flowers to hate
no more running around
in the lime light sun
not speaking a word
no raising the volume
yelling 'HEY! '
but no head makes a curious turn
alone
on a couch
during winter
in the silence

Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013

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