Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of a witness.
Margaret Miller [ att]
A monologue needs friends attuned and named
If alone, the endless thoughts would wind
Like cotton wraps the reel,like life begins
Self obsession leads us into sin
To treat with bare contempt the human mind
A monologue needs friends to find our aims
Do we know to whom we speak so plain?
Why ignore the facts of life that bind
Like cotton wraps the reel till none remains?
Our thoughtless words may leave an inkless stain
And later we mysterious sadness find
A monologue needs friends or it brings pain
If Freud were here we wouldn’t say the same
Would you unfold your past. all thought aligned
Like cotton wraps the reel and order makes?
There is no static past in this life’s game
What we choose to utter breaks our mind
The monologue turns dialogue , yet lame
I prefer my paper with no lines
Then I draw, my metaphors design
A monologue needs friends to make, bargain.
Though they be mute , a dialogue begins
