About the Time…

poetry

At which things started breaking
Was about the time when fists started flying
Which was shortly after the apoplexy set in
Which was preceded by shrill screaming
That had elevated from guttural yelling
As a result of voices trumping one another
Heightening in octave with every rebuttal
As body language and seething glares
No longer conceived the harm inflicted
Which was about the time or soon after
One diminutive and seemingly inconsequential
Sardonic comment had been uttered
In the delicate form a of solitary word

One thought on “About the Time…

  1. Roger Mugs's avatar

    have you ever played the improv game where you’re supposed to ask a question and then the next person has to answer by asking a question etc… and if you accidentally make a statement you lose…

    its really really hard.
    and somehow each line of this seems perfectly like that. you’re carrying on the previous thought with individual brilliance of its own.
    well doen.

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