beyond banality

I just hate the game of clichés. 

it is as if our faces are game-boards

and someone has to put a move on,

either verbal checkers or chess or mill,

supposedly perceived 

as courteous or friendly.

damn, greetings that are going no where,

just ships passing in the night of being.

what is the strength of a mindset of clichés?

this could be a deck of cards

and we all keep drawing duds for play.

even a response like

"how are you feeling"

is not grounds for an exposé.

just drop me a word or two

and then we can be done.

nothing pensive about that.

once, just once,

I had a three sentence each exchange 

with a cashier.

and he walked out of the store with me.

I took that to be an omen from a messenger.

yes, there are real people out there,

behind all of the masking.

they are there and happening.

we are all a goldmine of sorts,

just implausible to randomly.

I don't need a study group

or purposeful intentionals 

that have reason to gather,

just random beauty radically exposed

by skipping the cliché part of the day.

and risk that someone, 

just anyone is back there,

a product of their own enterprise.

and we be,

the spontaneous of the moment,

beyond what cultivated banality 

has to offer . . .