Talking to Myself

You look surprised to see that I’ve gone
Is it any real surprise, when you never
Say any thing, except, to say
What you want to say,
All these one way, convocations.
How far can nowhere go

Talking to you, is
Like talking, to
Yore self, or shouting
At the radio.

I look at you for, so long
You look all, distorted
And don’t ask me, if
I’m listening, I gave it up
Like I gave up, caring
Where the, fuck you go

Talking to you, is
Like talking, to
Yore self, or conversing
With the radio.
Meaningful conversation
Is a no no
Oh no, now I have
Some one else

You look surprised to see that I’ve gone
And left you in, the shit
I nearly got committed, for
Clapping with one hand,
And copping with emotions
Is too hard for you, to
Understand


Talking to you, is
Like talking, to
Yore self, or shouting
At the radio.

So I’ll just talk, to
My self

©Wednesday, 21 July 2010 Alex Kyriacou