We watched a movie called "Nonperson", so sad
About a nobody from Nowheresville, so dumb
The show was so excruciatingly bad
Afterward, we drove through the local homeless slum
Then we waded through the coldest stream, so wet
And lay upon the greenest grass, so nice
Then Mary said - we better not forget
so we ran to the store and bought a bag of ice
This was a weekend, a real nonevent
We had a splendid time, that's the honest truth
We felt sorry for the people living in their tents
So we handed out doughnuts to slake their sweet tooth
Somewhere in the world there is much pain and strife
Who knows what will happen next in this thing called life
Militate on one another with great passion
the nonperson,
The fusty one.
Nothing fancy, delightful or bonvivant
Having a genteel attitude, but impassible
Vagabond. Loner. Prodigious.
Yet no blandishment.
Complicated as a merman
Porous because of mutilation
The obsequy closed with an
Elegy
Rigmarole. Rigmarole.
Not the booby hatch which
hosts may
The railroad tied on knots.
Big as an intrusive blunt forced
object
The copulation of blood and oxygen
Wins over the slightly manipulated mind.
From inside, out
Hapless haploids creating the uselessness of existence
Making, permanently each place
devoured
Feeling the blades and molar impressions piercing through each layer.
The American Dream
Watching people walk by
I see them but they don’t see me
To them I am just a blight
Something to be ignored
Something to be erased from their world
Someone who does not exist
My thoughts no longer matter
Do they realize that I had a life?
Do they know that I had dreams?
I never used drugs of alcohol
I worked until my job was erased
Shipped overseas to save a few pennies
Now no one wants to talk to me
I am hungry for a crumb of bread
Sheltered only by a small cardboard box
Sleeping in clothes I have worn for a month
I am a nonperson
But at least I am still alive
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