beyond that scream

under this grey suburban sky
I'm getting used to your silence

your silence
bramble with sharp thorns
deep incision I'm trying to decrypt

your silence bearer of much history
and a whiff of the future if instead of pretending
it would know how to order something

under this  gray suburban sky
  I'm getting used to my silence

my silence that hurts less
than other people scream

other people to whom I bring the gift of a question
they may not know how to decipher but at least it will distracts and calms them for a while...................

cream and sugar in your drink?

Marco Bo