THE END

 

No one will answer when I ask them for contact

This is how it feels to be friendless

to have been a social animal

and now to have none

is a ring fence I didn’t think

would contain me.

 

Now I break out on the web

dropping vowels and verbs

for the unendured evil

called soulless

response of like

and like nots of other

wordless ones.

 

The chain-linked memory

of your threads of indifference

webbing my tongue

to the floor of my mouth

make my day like a

Clint Eastwood birthday

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017

Advertisements
1 comment
  1. No response asked for nor even wanted for this is a poem of unequalled piteous eloquence about the alone time of poetry. It should resonate again when I protrude into the destiny of your own work and show it to be the nonsense that it is for you are far better than I at this (poetry). Bye!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: