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Matt
Poems
Aug 2016
Its Saturday
It only gets stranger
The same man
At the same time
What is he doing
In the recycling bin
At the gym?
Taking out bottles
Out of the bin
He is not homeless
I know that
Strange
He once told a gym friend
I had met there
"Cover your mouth
I don't want to catch
A ******* cold"
Or something to that effect
Overheard some of his
Other conversations
He seems like a decent bloke
You know
What does all of this
This human existence add up to?
It is just a natural process
The food goes in
The body goes here
Goes there
I don't have the body
Women desire
And it doesn't matter
How much I work out
See, the world
Never cares about
My needs
So ******* world
******* meaningless world
The therapist just halfway pretended
I miss the companionship
He husband's big chest
Is what she desires
His strong martial arts body
I go unnoticed
Who cares really?
The dog shat in the hall
I threw it away outside
I eat my yogurt cup
Will I make an appearance
In the gardens today?
People are gone
It is quiet
I like it quiet
So Yea
Whatever
This is me
My life
It could always be worse
I guess
Tis' better to have never loved
Then to have loved and lost
That way you can't get hurt
The emptiness continues
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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