Dissonance De Ego...
I am purposely mixing languages in my title,
Just to give a little jarring note,
Like the atmosphere around me,
A jangling and discordant ambiance.
Here I am,
Oatmeal-raisin cookie eaten,
Favorite coffee to hand,
On the tiny sliver of weekend,
The eked- out hour,
Where I might be here.
Immediately behind us is an animated conversation,
Intelligent and intellectual,
The highest level of whining,
Complaining gossip on a level I have never before heard
Might I growl yet??
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Last Friday evening at Barnes and Noble.