the dawn of civilization
sometimes strangers meet at bus stopsor other public areas,
sometimes people sit on benches together
at the bus stop and never speak a word to one another,
other times, they strike up lively conversations -
in both scenarios,
it is rare that they ever see one another again
in this moment,
we have a lifelong friend
(life consists of different lengths)
staying sober is hard
when all you have to eat
is the carcasses of cockroaches,
but you go on
and, maybe, in the next life
you will be the cockroach
sometimes strangers don't meet,
in those cases they remain strangers
by the terms of their own definitions
but the real miracle in the whole thing
is all those times I remained sober
and felt the weight of the world
and didn't kill myself
(i am going to drawn myself
at the dawn of civilization)
1/20/16
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2016-02-01 at 22:33
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