tea room for fools
the tea room for fools
was full and bustling with
noise and the language
tied into bundles of brittle sticks
laced together with bluster and lies
of carved down memories
of actions taken and untaken
wished for and hated
in regretful conviviality
the tea room for fools
awash in chamomile and mint
was full of wise profound thinkers
wondering what to say next
feeling the next move, the next thought
like a chess piece in molasses
fiddling with endless reverie
posting muddled poems on the internet
full of the chatter of erotic binges
full of anger and desire
full of poetry and songs
full of the life of the tea room
the tea room for fools
What tea room did you visit?
ReplyDeletesometimes from the foolish comes something quixotic, but you're right, usually it's just the business of banter, from the outside who can read the tea leaves, inside, who cares....
ReplyDeleteDan, I visited the tea room in my head.
ReplyDeleteOf course, they're known for putting a little "Irish" in their tea.
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