I feel alone and ignored.  A crowded isolation.
Pursuing hopes that crash into nothingness.
Gravitational pull of circling bodies
Yet, the vacuum remains.

Affections unreturned.  Concern a one-way trip
Lonely truck stops offering empty food.
With no gas in their pumps
To give away.

Friendship between the covers of pressed wood
Good nutrition but not very sweet.
Salt and vinegar is better
Keeps perspective.

Warren Zevon thought it Splendid Isolation
It has some moments that's true.
Two, beginning and end
Eternity in between.

Sex a plug and socket for electricity’s flow
Tingling nerves fail @ sustainability.
Useless flagpole at days end
Empty, I need more.

Why believe in people who don’t appear?
Is this flesh and blood worth fitness?
Compassion the only reality?
Karma failings price?

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