carry loneliness on your shoulder

from the navel upward void

 

collapse

the physiological necessity

of drinking a glass of water -

this the total inundation

of your torso’s empty chamber

 

you’re like a pier

wrapped in sounds

of arrival and departure

 

the people on TV

violating one another

while you remain just intact

and a little bored

 

the debauchees don’t stop here

retrocede under bodily impulse

 

fewer and fewer people in the city

gradually replaced

 

by an expanse of water