it’s something indefinable
it’s a lack of peopling in my world
it’s an underpopulation;
it’s the truth of an oyster un-pearled
being merely a crustacean.
it’s something inescapable
it’s a vagrant purposeless
it’s a beggar without shoes
it’s a clown circus-less
and it’s the expulsion of the Jews.
it’s something unpredictable
it’s a faint indigestion
it’s a there’s-something-missing
it’s an unanswered question
and an unasked dismissing.
it’s something indefinable
it’s all-on-my-own-liness
it’s rag-and-bone-liness
it’s no-calls-on-the-phone-liness.
it’s no-place-like home-liness.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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