I passed the homeless man again today
in the university library
He walked past me, and I
stood there, clutching myself
He wore a green striped shirt I wore the
other day, but it was wrinkled
I stared at the muted wall of foreign
television channels
you need headphones to feign comprehension
or imagine travel
I saw...
The Indians dance in brightly colored clothes
The South Americans advertise libido enhancers
and Europeans replay explosions in South-Western Asia
or watch soccer
Africa was just a dusty road with jeeps and pickups
and guns
I wore that wrinkled shirt I wore the other day
to the library
I walked past the 24 year old
watching the world go by
hugging himself
in this way that assures me
he, too,
knows loneliness
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
I passed the homeless man again today
in the university library
He walked past me, and I
stood there, clutching myself
He wore a green striped shirt I wore the
other day, but it was wrinkled
I stared at the muted wall of foreign
television channels
you need headphones to feign comprehension
or imagine travel
I saw...
The Indians dance in brightly colored clothes
The South Americans advertise libido enhancers
and Europeans replay explosions in South-Western Asia
or watch soccer
Africa was just a dusty road with jeeps and pickups
and guns
I wore that wrinkled shirt I wore the other day
to the library
I walked past the 24 year old
watching the world go by
hugging himself
in this way that assures me
he, too,
knows loneliness
MMXII
"And you didn't even notice when the sky turned blue."
I see a man sometimes.
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