Monday, 29 July 2019

It Isn’t Exactly Silence


Nobody likes it when this happens.
Vagueness.
And thus it was that I tore the pages from my notebook.
Stop now; this has gone too far.
What exactly does anyone mean by
the square-root of fuck-all?
Nobody ever talks of these things.
Nobody ever talks.
Ssshhh.
How many esses should that be?
Ssshhh…