we used to go outside

There is a point
in some conversations,
  a pause,
  they used to call
       "pregnant"
  I feel secure now, in naming
     it "empty"
i  n  s  t  e  a  d . . .
  

   Before I am convicted
       of being airy
  or going for a cheap
         laugh,
             hear me out.

              the pause that was
pregnant was heavy with meaning
        velvety, deep, ,solemn, gravid,
sloshing with the syrupy burden of it.

    a pair of strange ear rings
the look that is given between
  what should be strangers..
        It's the moment when a turn
will be taken, or before the door destroys
       the silence it
          was put there to keep.
A sharp breath after a kiss that shouldn't
             have happened,
a sharp breath, before the wall of
              tears...
 yeah, like that.

   What we have now, is the empty pause,
   desolate, untended, airless,
         so blank as to be
   an abstract quantum construct,
          the light blue and white
    of an unbounded mind
          unaware of itself.......

       a reference to a thing that
          is like a thing that the
        listener never heard of and
             does not even have
       the snap to know they should,
  a dull stupid stare, dead inside
          a soft silent nothing
 ignorant and unblinking..

           like the children that surround us
in this new dark age
  their heroes are famous for
 five minutes at a time,
       who DO nothing, but
 dance in ones and zeroes
        mimicking the empty
squeals and infantile screeds
      of their audiences,
 a monster that eats itself and
         then eats its own
                    dung..

yeah..like that.