December breaks the ice
cold and dense
slowly becoming our favorite topics
the idleness of ampersands
the emptiness that space demands
we talk about your friends and the government
'confessions of a futon revolutionist'
try to hide my bitterness behind affected bitterness
punctuate your sentences with periods of interest
but even as we're speaking about the things that have no meaning
recite fixed phrases and wonder if we're peaking -
there is a girl behind you with the prettiest eyes.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn

Wow. I pictured this poem playing out, in an apartment on the futon, just you and her - that's something. Vivid, even without having to resort to adjectives and overly descriptive phrases - it's just that honest.
I also loved how you used "the idleness of ampersands", you didn't use 'and' or '&' in your piece which really made it feel like something you believe, I'm sure you do.

The only issue I have in this piece is the "but" leading into the second last line of the main stanza, it seems unnecessary, makes it read more like a rap verse from Sage Francis than anything (Although I'd take that as a compliment)

Anyway, solid, well written and very tight. Only the tiniest little thing :P
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