I am a fine friend, and a terrible canard
I am an honored consultant, and a
Silly obsessive fool.
I am amazing, and ignored
I am your bestie, and I am abhorred.
Lost and found, this is my life
Oh Internet, you are
Excessively full of strife.
A little is inevitable
It’s just the weather
You know how that goes
We know how that goes
But lately this cyclone
Just never goes away
Circling around above
Howling like a revenant
So I am thinking maybe all
These words are beside the point
And maybe I will just use
Or some new thing I invent
To attempt to communicate ineffectually
Because this one isn’t working all that well.
So I am thinking about switching
To a new language
Likely as incomprehensible
But perhaps more attractive
I could draw it myself
I could carve its symbols into stray detritus
Or my flesh
I could use it to imagine forever
It would keep track
When I can’t anymore
There would be something reassuring
About all that. But meanwhile
It’s late and soon, and what’s left of the birds around here
Will show up soon, and the inexorable sun will dawn
And here I will be, here on my couch
Writing words, hoping for change.