[woe is me part XXIII]
the familiar feeling of solitude
that ive nourished & delt with since i was
a young man
i ve thrown her out before
that i should find myself a partner
supposing i wanted more than just this
life of filthy words & the
private conversations that i keep
to myself
only to find i fail, like always
yes, its always me
my fault, my discrepency
my lack of heart
despite my holding it out for all the world to see!
i did the wrong
i fucked it up
& i am the one who goes now
off to be alone

[jungle rumble]
on a cozy concrete rooftop
above a busy city street
i watch the masses stirring about & all around
like busy little bee's
& when their paths cross or
intersect, in a multitude of ways
the abstracted flushed emotions
that everyone displays
they either:
laugh or cry
huf or fight
depending on some things
so i got down off that rooftop
it never was really mine
determined that i should find
the peculiarities that compose
the various human minds