mathiasthom (mathiasthom) wrote in queerpoets,
mathiasthom
mathiasthom
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A Common View

Waiting for the one to call
Does he remember me at all
How I rise, to only fall
On this occasion, without elation

No, there is no relationship
no common bond
the way I follow him through the yard
to end up face down in some brackish pond

So sound the alarm
unstable enough to do me harm
On enough pills to make a doctor ill,
arms folded tightly on the window sill

How do I take this?
how do I fake this?
and you, gentle reader
seem to be a bottom feeder

No responses, up on the fence
maybe it's just indifference
there is a common view,
lost to the likes of me and you

mathiasthom
written 8/8/16

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