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WHY IS IT SITTING LONELY ALONE?
Why is it sitting lonely alone in a room
I first discover
that I am not alone.
that countless others
exhausted by night; defrocked by light
have sworn and swear
that the fates have it in for them.
They scream of betrayal
the husband/wife left them
for eternal foliage in the moonlight
hidden behind stars of oblivion.
Overturned dreams railroaded into despair
by unholy men who laugh
in evening showers; denounce
the setting sun; curse April showers.
No, I am not alone in my solitude
schizophrenic other selves insinuate
into the outer sphere of my awareness;
beware the werewolves of Rio Grande
set up shop hallucinating
of the future of Zodiac arrests
and the visions of prosperity
that deny me entry
into the realms of my destiny.
I file suit attorney frostbitten
by the howling winds of winter
burying the crumbling Autumn
leaves under snow.
ill feelings washed ashore buried
huddling in 30th Street Station
glaring down Mickie Dees
preferring hunger to plastic
sipping coffee waiting waiting
watching blonde brunette girls chit chat
bout chitchatting bout chitchatting
lusting thinking
resisting the urge to speak scream
listening seeing
not worrying about the hour
or getting a good night's sleep.
I am not alone and to this day
I feel the presence of
angels and dolphins who
swim to me in lucid Ocean waters
breaking waves of communion
over my smoldering faith--I accept.
Conglomerations of desperate figures
join me to fill in empty spaces
in the tears I carry within my soul.
Imagination attempting freedom
but creation rebelling
demanding freedom, I let them go
free to roam the skies
leave me alone
to my own device
tho not really alone.
I am not alone on this ragged planet
surrounded by elements; creatures
spirits that whistle to me
singing a song foreign to my ears.
I think therefore others are
so I am not alone
though I wished it to a genie once
when I felt overcrowded
only to feel guilty later.
Still it is great
to be, occasionally set apart
to the restoration of my mind
where I travel freely the heavens
expecting the cosmos to close in
on me and forever
shatter the somber despair of proportionate
defeat. . .
No, I am not alone. . .
10-16-1988
