Last Time I Fell Into the State

Thoughts tend to evaporate
in aggressive company.
There is nothing holy
in the progression of mutes

sidling down the runny highway,
even the fun ones carrying flags
kind of dull. So what,
can't that be a kind of anthem,

when to talk next a kind of rune
perplexing the Scrabble wiz
like it was forever Tuesday afternoon,
fond space of thoughts in the room?

No. Shut up. That's
ok. I'm just a little bit confused.
These speeches are just so demanding.
But I confess, I'm a novice.

And they, terribly, keep on walking.