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
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 
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!
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