Stranger Scene

Observing the yet unknown
makes you feel like the surplus population;
cold, wet concrete seat
hoping that someone will,
not even drop just one coin,
all you want is a glance of acknowledgement.

Busyness men with business blinkers;
tunnel visionaries
conceitedly amble towards the light;
merely a mirror.
They ignore the uniqueness
of the naturally weathered
rock face walls.

If you despise the walls
they will close around you
in the cold terror of claustrophobia.
If you overlook the faces
their bodies will crowd you
in the heated frustration of claustrophobia,
and eventually they will block out
the light of your ambition.

Do you really want to wait
until you’re drowning in company
before you admit that
cogito ergo sum has
left you tired of treading water?

The weight of your blood
may give you a heavy heart,
but bleeding into anonymous sinkholes
is no solution;
They will never share your life
but counterproductively replace what you pour out
with lead memories.

I think
therefore I am.
I am
therefore I think.
Others are
therefore I should

Written Feb 2010


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