The Realm of the Real
Nowhere to go,
no one to dance with
guess he now joins the ranks
getting internet dates
and another head case
It's too easy nowadays
where was all this technological jazz
in 1985?
Now he feels quite dated
even jaded and old
Sorry, can't connect
out on a ledge
where he needs to fret
Poetry or diary?
he always crosses the line
leaving scratches and red welts
now they sympathize with how he felt
but can anyone anymore truly feel?
look beyond the electronic screen
into the realm of the real
He just thought about changing his mind
to silently juxtapose
open up the hatch
to let out this numbing cold
arms wrapped tightly around
moths colliding into the window again
suicidal alien life
trying to step into the light
now he's left with this bitter insight:
flutter, stutter
make an impact,
drop.
mathiasthom
written 7/12/10
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