LIFE IN A PARADOX
I'm in a paradox This is a poem I wrote many years ago. it's coming back to haunt me. I AM ALONE I am alone, an orphan. I wander, shabby, in a cave or on a street... in a car...or at 7-11. I wander alone in the nightclub listening to the barkers' call beckoning me out of my aloneness with their vacant voices into open doors that reveal nothing that I haven't already known... titillations, like pain, to make me feel alive. when actually... I am alone. My movements are linear, along forgotten railroad tracks and empty streets that pass a long way from oasis or automobile stops with hamburgers and cheap gas. I am alone, a wanderer in time, isolated, a little ball... no orbit, just spinning out in space, no nucleus to hold me, no gravity stops. I sit on bar stools, desk chairs, and factory trucks turning over soil with no minerals in it... delusions of real manure.... I am alone. It's curious to me that while I don