I’m reading poetry
of Hart Crane
instead of
discussing football scores
but no one seems
to notice
that I’m different
Is it illusion?
Or what is gone on?
with the conflict
of interest welling
to the surface
this mythological dream—
a utopia
in modern world
with technology
and space travel
but Mars is
too far gone
and I just hoping
to feel
a faint touch
of a pulsing human heart
beating a song
of love for me