he says
you spent my words
if words can be spent
if words can be given birth in soul
and trickle down the drain pipe of reality
and find substance in the ether of audible consciousness
i spent his words,
took them whence they came and whence they would go
ping ponging or seesawing in the analogy of your choice
as they rattled from pole to pole
pinging and bouncing
scoring
points
the conversation pinballing without meaning trying to keep aloft
and going nowhere
without direction, without focus, without purpose
save only that we were there
the opportunity presented itself
and we were too much the fools to steer clear of this quagmire.
i spent his words
as he spent my time
and poorer both we for the waiting.