Grapes

I'm not upset enough for smash ups Crashings, thrashings and freakish screamings. No. I'm actually quite calm Like I'm standing outside myself, Watching myself acting in this and that way I observe my poise, my voice I notice the noise I can feel the void The world around me begs to be my all Keeps asking me to drop the ball And simply give in to the way things always are "This is life", she says And she shrugs and hands me another marred grape "Enjoy." I roll it tentatively Squishing its spottiness twixt my digits I make a half yuck face, then plop it into my mouth. My tongue rebels but then relents. Chew, mush, swallow. "Another?" Yeah, another day of this. This rum-a-drum-drum ho hum with an occasional "Oh! That was fun!" Mute and dumbfounded Explanations unfounded But answers pounded and pounded and pounded Thoroughly into this head of me Until it's all I dare to see