Keeps slipping away

I’ve got a Gnawing Terror in my Stomach


What’s it All about?


Some Dude, I guess


Some
Fear
of being looked down
on

The Most
un Fair of Punishments
for a Sincerity
of Feeling


I want to be desired by those I desire


A Small Request, no?



No


Absolutely not



It is More Complicated for People like you

says the Voice of Reason

who shames
me

Daily



Me

The InterNet

I am like a Boy
who comes to sit

where he's in Love
with the Waitress

in the Mass Café
of the InterNet


The InterNet looks down on me

like a Great Spider God

who nursed my Baby Self

One Leg cradling Books

the Other

a teleScope Full of Images

of the World


I have Lost where Reality lives

I have pushed my Head into the WormHole

and am waiting for my Body to follow