a yellow balloon occupies
each seat
a smile drawn in permanent
black ink across otherwise
smooth undisturbed skin
a prayer meeting of vipers
voices shrill from helium
each conversation
call and response of hisses
emptying heads sink
expelling opinions through holes
too small to let anything in
talk shrink wrinkle
deflate in the chair
like the double tragedy
of an unrolled unused condom
the good thing about
drawing on your smile–
you won’t lose any teeth
when you get punched in the mouth
you will always get punched
in the mouth
Words and Feathers 
Very strong
Thank you, Sheldon. Good to see you.
ha, I could soo relate to this. I am exceedingly tired of the devious personas in my life. And I so wish I could punch them because telling them that they say/do evil hurtful things, and even calling them names, would be a waste of my breath and would go right thru them as they are incapable of feeling shame or remorse. I can only wait for Karma to land in their lap.
I like Karma
Amen, brother!
I’d pass the collection plate if I though it would help.
I know the feeling…
Sounds like a weird party I’d want an invitation to join. I like the spiked punch at the end. Haha!
They’re all full of hot air, pal. Glad you enjoyed the endemic violence. 😀
Haha!