"The Politics of lonliness"
poem for the new year 2002
Each day is a joke spit it out, let the sands fall through and
let the stands empty out.
The sun falls into the sea, and tomorrow's another day.
The creativity of existence, pouring from my loins,
Energizes the path of elucidity.
But if anyone knows what I'm talking about, then let him explicate
And enlighten the poet.
The things which have to be done will be so.
Time will advance, and urgency will get real close into my face
Screaming.
These arbitrary divisions are getting smaller,
And cyberserendipity waits by the corner with her hand outstretched.
As she gestures, I am hesitant.
As she calls, I am in denial.
As the peals of new year bells signal solid standing ever steadfast
And the gales of emotion wash over, but do not cleanse me.
I will turn around and hope you exist this year,
But won't get too disappointed
When she drops her hand.
