DocAndersen
The talking heads, each pointing fingers
and waving BBQ sauce
seem to fade
as they become part of
the scenery.
Fading to black
and then
gone
we forget them
until bursting forth
with wagging fingers
they spring forth
as if born again
BBQ dripping
from their fingers
as they clutch
the last paper ever shared.
If the only art
the only voice
the last moment
was a mute button
a pause
that stopping
turns around
is it a lie?
Odd thoughts, I guess some are just shallow and thoughtless.
Odd is probably the best description of some of my thoughts. Thanks for the comment!