wouldnt it be nice

I have been over flood
with the dry crusts of
people bumping one another
as if
we do not all have
scattered little burning
souls
in hiding
as if our souls do not look at one another
as we cross the crowded main streets
a slipped-in glance
stuffed with longing
dont recognize
mass
shared
loneliness
why do we burry
it
why is it a
universal shame
to be heavy in the heart.


there is no significance
to having a lover
nor is there
to existing
no direct moral duty


I am not saying there isnt i am just saying
when i dig
i could hardly find one
and eternal sleep
without the ache of pleasure
and the pleasure of ache
is alluring.




but i say 'wouldnt it be nice'
and i live
and i love
on the sheer possibility
'wouldnt it be nice'