
Exterior Dialogue
By Big Frank Dickinson
He had a tendency when alone
To ask himself: “What do you think?”
And was always surprised to be asked.
The chuckling preface that followed:
“Well . . .”, was usually inconclusive
But drawn all out as though it had
Been chewed on by some yokel
Sitting on a cracker barrel at a crossroads.
It never went beyond that routine -
As soon as the interior dialogue
Came out, it went out, and that is strange
Because the opposite never happened.
To ask himself: “What do you think?”
And was always surprised to be asked.
The chuckling preface that followed:
“Well . . .”, was usually inconclusive
But drawn all out as though it had
Been chewed on by some yokel
Sitting on a cracker barrel at a crossroads.
It never went beyond that routine -
As soon as the interior dialogue
Came out, it went out, and that is strange
Because the opposite never happened.
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