2nd April, 2016 (voices)

by Brendan Strong

All these words come to nothing really.

Or everything if you think about it.

There is nothing left.

Nothing really right, either.

Unfilled middle.

but for quotes. No one
Recalls the quotidian:
“Could you pass the sauce?”
“I’m just going to use the loo”
“Would you ever learn to drive?”
“Were you born in a fuckin’ zoo?”
“How much is that?”
“You know yourself: you do”
“Oh, it doesn’t bear thinking about”
“I could tell you a thing or two”