Just when i start to think silence is the way it`s gonna be, three pieces enter and have their say

Wow that escalated pretty fast
From tangled tired thoughts
Into cold shoulder abrupt
Fuck You dismissal
Grabbed from spring rain half smile,
Pulled back into snow storm aggressive grin
The idea of heal
Becomes a book we have not read yet
Replaced by slasher flick absurdities
And sitcom regret
All elbows and knees and other blunt instruments
Spilled wine on a naive little water colour
And then quiet inside, chaos on noise
Outside in the crashed car parking lot
You’re wounded , I’m defeated
I will sit and watch a cop show while eating a cheese roll
And sigh at the leering adverts
And the words are still thoughts
And if they survive then tomorrow
They will become this poem