contemporary poetry

Blue is black
a dialog without words
buried under
rubbly vowels
chipped mountains
stand letters

Who are you talking to?
it sews itself inside you
says John
line drawings
trains
simplistic like

Do you have a philosophical bend?
past social agreements -
I don't know enough
but
how much do you really know?
how much does anyone know?

a girl
sentimental
not that
giant fart in the room
left by silent assailants