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I had this friend
who did nothing all day long
and this other friend
who never stopped moving.
So all day long
I sat and wondered about these two,
like wings of a dragonfly
my mind raced back and forth
up and down
turning them over like a pair of Jokers,
all day long,
sometimes, all night even.
Pacing back and forth
I never stopped moving
contemplating everything
which turned into nothing.
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.
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.
It doesn’t feel like a weight
or an isolated incident.
It’s more like a cloudy headed hangover.
The mind knows what it needs
but the body refuses to cooperate.
It’s like sitting with a good book
for hours, no wiser in the end.
Or driving aimlessly
with no set destination.
It doesn’t feel like anything,
really.
Just a relative constant
that comes and stays.
Like an uninvited guest – talkative –
with nothing good to say, whom
upon arrival you wish they would go
but on departure, a part of you wishes they’d stay.
It’s nobodies goal to be addicted,
is it?
It doesn’t feel like anything,
really.
Or something like that.
It’s
too
early
to
be
tired
and
I’m
tired
again.
Not
the
I’ve
been
on
my
feet
all
day
tired.
No.
It’s
that
special
kind
of
tired
we
don’t
dare
speak.
It’s
the
reason
we
stand
all
day
on
our
feet.
Yes.
It’s
that
special
kind
of
truth
we
work
so
hard
to
forget.
Until
we
remember,
no
longer
able
to
sleep.
Watch out
for
those
with
not
much
to
say,
who
shyly
hint
or
joke
with
not
much
to
day,
because
they,
just
might
be
trying
to
tell
you
something,
before
tomorrow.
Watching myself
estranged
through the eyes
of passerby
I,
get this question
all the time.
Why?
Why here?
Why this place?
Why not New York, or
somewhere far, far away –
the kid checking me in to
Planet Fitness doesn’t quite
understand why I’m here –
I know this because
I’ve been there, and there,
more places really than I care
Philadelphia, New York, San Diego
and what did I find?
People!
Yes
people,
glorious people,
who like I
wished to know why?
We romanticize
the lives that are not ours.
With
an
ear
to
the
ground
these
words
seem
futile,
consciousness
bludgeoned
by
the
American’s
perversion
of
freedom.
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?
Words Of An Average White Male 