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Fragmentation



Apartment dwelling strangers
who never stop to talk,
don’t know the people living
a few doors down the block.

They nod hello while driving by
but never know my name,
somehow I get the feeling
it’s all a terrible shame.

Our insular existence
strikes me as really weird,
as if the nearby neighbor
is someone to be feared.

Co=dependent for nothing
without a single bond,
don’t know if he is fair or dark
 a redhead or a blonde.

He has a noisy dog though
a mutt that barks all night,
I thought about complaining
but didn’t want to fight.

Who is this man I live near
this stranger with a dog.
can he be a big wheel 
or just a minor cog?

Is he also curious
does he wonder about me,
or is he just concerned with
what is playing on TV?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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