Monologue

They talk with mouths wide open and chins to chest
spewing forth ideas as old and ancient as a handmade quilt
draped over an even older, worn out couch
thoughts forgotten and antiquated sit idly in the corner
covered in a multitude of layers of neglect
dust caught in the cracks where promises and memories lay
and amidst the debris of broken dreams and cardboard boxes
filled with cassette tapes and old magazines
that fall one by one pasted teeth and intentions
is it possible to remain unaffected by the sheer weight of words
or the claustrophobia of a conversion not meant for two