A Is For Alienation (poem)

By Luke Labern

A piece of me is stuck with you.
That's fact. There's nothing I can do.
The choice is yours: do what you will:
Nourish -- inflame -- cultivate -- spill.

Psychological geography
Dictates the space between you and me.
Now there's a physical space too --
Yet again, there's nothing I can do.

Left behind -- hold down the fort -- wait.
Separation of mate from mate.
'True love'? I've a few things to say --
But you'll have to wait another day.

I hibernate necessarily:
Need to close my eyes -- too much to see.
Is ignorance bliss? I lie
And lay in bed. Awake. Alone. I.

A Poem,
Published 06 September 2012

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