It's all jargon;
Words that mean
not much
of anything
to anyone but me.
As of late,
I speak in code,
in a dialect
that you pretend
to recognize,
with accents over t's
and underscores of
plenty.
I wait for the
day that one of you
takes a
cryptograph
of my voice,
and unveils
the true pettiness;
Or the day when
the riffle is
finally
aimed my way.
And so it goes,
that it may be
babble,
but the fear of
nothingness
tends to resonate
loudly
and the echo
is deafening.

e.campagna