- Non-Erotic Poetry
- confessions of a martian spy
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there are times
when I feel
like I really don't belong
anywhere
on earth,
as if
I'm from another planet,
like mars,
or maybe
alpha century.
people still
befuddle
and
infuriate me
after over six decades
to the point where
I just need to get away,
run and hide
anywhere
that offers refuge,
if only for a time.
I'd like to take
a giant eraser
and wipe out
all the
pain,
anger,
hopelessness,
hatred,
and agony
I feel these days,
but that's impossible,
so sometimes
when I get
real frustrated
I retreat
into the depths
of my soul,
and spend time
tuning the world out.
I go online
to find solice,
to talk with people
sans all the baggage,
only to discover
people glom onto me,
seemingly feeling
that my time
is theirs alone
and I have no business
tuning them out;
then I reach up
with my cursor,
hit the upper right X,
and leave them all
to stare at a blank screen.
just for the helluva it.
holding my head
in my hands,
ringing in my ears
I scream
out into the abyss
LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE
and vanish.
it helps
me
keep
what little is left
of my sanity.
'nuff said.
