The social climate leaves me too hot to
say anything
That I consider to be the least bit
funny or interesting,
But I settle when I find that it does
not keep me from learning.
In the study of the way that unrequited
restlessness
Turns into sickly-sweet, unsalted
indolence,
It happens that conversation just to
taste on the tongue
Is rejected by the stomach as
completely without substance.
I find the whole experience narcotic,
but unfilling.
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