don’t you get lonely?

& I wonder if the grey moods

that flit through here

now & again

are what you people call alone

I can’t properly tell

being born into non love

product of those falling together

trying to find some kind of love

from lust fumbling in the dark

without thought or thinking

just bring it on home

let the pieces lay

flat on the floor

I guess that’s the price

of being poor

the carrying on whatever comes

keeping on keeping on

death sorts everything in the end

& you can’t miss what y’never had

even if you hear the words in a song

I’d love to feel your comradeship

those feelings you crow about

& lament later in the lyric song

the truth in this moment

with your kind of friendship

that giving to take away thing

is where I don’t belong

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