public tables
of the picnic variety
hold the quips of humanity
tucked into the corners of parks
under trees and near rivers
and toilet stalls
are now the battlefield of our political backgrounds
pouring face value out right at eye-level
written in chisel-tip or bevel
and stuck to the bumpers of our overpriced
american automotives
we display our deep beliefs and most often quoteds
and feel as though somebody noticed
surely i've unloaded
in the nights we sit in bars
and asail latent existentialism
psycho babble analysts
speaking so derisive of topics
that if approached on sober tones
just a silence so optic
can't stand the sight of it
sit down