Tête-à-tête

We can talk about this, them, there, or that.
We can talk about who, what, why, where at?
We can talk about trading tit for tat
to pay our dues.

...this, them, there, or that!
...who, what, why, where at?
tête-à-tête...tête-à-tête

We can talk about unalienable rights.
We can talk about what makes people fight.
We can talk about it all goddamn night
that's up to you.

...this, them, there, or that!
...who, what, why, where at?
tête-à-tête...tête-à-tête

We can talk about playing video games.
We can talk about why hipsters are lame.
We can talk about all of the mundane
things that we do.

...this, them, there, or that!
...who, what, why, where at?
tête-à-tête...tête-à-tête

We can talk about the last book you read.
We can talk about what The Stranger said.
We can talk about whatever is in your head
if you want to.

...this, them, there, or that!
...who, what, why, where at?
tête-à-tête...tête-à-tête

Metro

Strangers shuffle onto the bus. The driver mentions he's tired but his exuberant friendliness betrays his claim. People let their focus fade while fiddling with their phones, flooding their ears with music, and thumbing through the pages of periodicals; anything to avoid eye-contact. Passengers reanimate to tug the suspended cords requesting their stop. It triggers a tone reminiscent of a high striker's bell. Each stop a triumph for the victorious commuter arriving at her destination.

The doors open with a monstrous hiss and close like crashing cymbals. Turn after turn, the accordion belly stretches and yawns, then folds back into an origami cove. Dusty rings on the windows are the grimy trace of evaporated raindrops. Graffiti etched by keys and sharpies tattoo the interior. Pennies, pen caps, newspapers in nooks, hairbands, band-aids, crumbs in cracks; the assortment of abandoned stowaways sift through the seats.

Teetering

Do you ever feel uncomfortably familiar with the self-similarity of the fractal fabric of reality?
Do you ever feel like the more you explore the stranger your findings?

Do you think thinking sharpens your mind?
Do you think you can render yourself insane with your thoughts?

Do you feel like you are an impostor trying to fool yourself?
Do you feel like a performer or the performance?

Do you think that you feel?
Do you feel that you think?