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We
don’t
genuinely
love
the stranger
on the corner,
on the television,
at work,
on the daily news.
We
get
used
to them
like they
get used to us,
to being liked,
to being lied to,
to being accepted.
We
wonder
why they
have it so good,
why we can’t quite get it straight,
why the stranger
on the corner, can’t get his act together,
why the camera’s won’t turn off,
we wander as they wonder.
As they wander, we wonder.
I don’t know
which crushes my spirit more,
the heroin needles
outside my apartment building
or
the line of Ray-Ban wearing tourists
waiting for brunch.
I don’t know.
I
just
don’t
know.
They’ll
cut
you
like
a
knife,
you know,
and
leave
you
in
an
instant,
scarred —
yet
polar
opposites
they
attract
one another —
it’s true,
I’ve
seen
their
workings
and they,
are pure,
they
are
direct,
they
hold
no
prejudice,
except
for
those
they
love
and fear.
I get stomach aches all the time now.
Why now, brown cow?
Reading the Bollard
Ads filled with typo’s
Who writes these things anyhow?
Not I
Not now.
You know, brown cow.
Even I, get stomach aches all the time now.
In times like these
when nothing is longer shocking
than the president’s next tirade,
what more is there to write,
what more is there to speak of?
In such dire times as these
write more about love, it’s amazing, really
that love can exist,
in such dire times as these.
With
an
ear
to
the
ground
these
words
seem
futile,
consciousness
bludgeoned
by
the
American’s
perversion
of
freedom.
I
was
tired
angry
and
loony
for
love.
So
you
put
me
in
your
pocket.
While
Meatloaf
sang –
I
bet
you
do
that
to all
the
boys.
Staring
into
space —
born
is
another
babe —
daydreaming
alone.
Don’t let
loneliness
scare you.
Eat it.
Drink it.
Consume it.
Take
it’s hand
and walk awhile.
Listen,
can you hear that?
I
waste
too much
time
so
it’s time
I let
time
waste
me.
Words Of An Average White Male 