it was five o’clock
which means drinkin time or shadow time
and universally whistle blowin’ time
when i realized i hadn’t
uttered a single word yet that day
and i didn’t miss just one person
floating in some vapors
it was many persons
like a greek chorus
dancing with synthesizer heads
squeaking shiny stories
about the future.
i noticed again the fold of my skin
evaporating like milk moustaches rubbed away
and my little blood cells popped
like balloons,
the thing is when you’re lonely
you just kind of
un s t i c k.
(
once i saw a man marching in protest
when another man, i guess, put a
bullet in his head
and it wasn’t impressive or loud
instead
he just fell like crumpled paper
almost like he tripped, quietly.
)
in the apartment next door
some happy group of young professionals
shouted with glee and sang in sudsy harmony
the magnificent praises of simply being alive
but their voices only made me wish
for once
that i wasn’t around anyone
or anywhere
that made me think
people do things
without thinking
about
people.
