Poem for a brother who tends to overtalk me

We’ve known each
Other for a
Short time
 
But it seems we’ve
Stuffed years into
That short space
 
He speaks of women, his
Military service,
Women, his health
Women…and women again
 
Takes 9-10 pills a
Day for as many
Ailments
 
Sometimes we’ll speak
On politics or something
Heavier and his voice
Will rise
 
At times we’ll start speaking
At the exact same
Moment
 
And his voice will take
Off, leaving mine stuck
In a series of stutters
And false starts
 
Nothing false about
Him, neither teeth
Nor hair or pride
 
He doesn’t overtalk
Me by intention, he’s merely
Been talked over most of
His life
 
He’s a 57 year old black
Man from St. Louis who looks at his
Life and decries his lack
Of ambition
 
If I had a little more
Of this and a little more
Of that, he says
 
And I listen
And pour him a little more
Coffee
 
And listen
Some more
 
And the birds outside
Also listen
 
And echo
His song
 
Ambitiously
 
 
 
(c) 2010 Tony Robles
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