If antisocial were a person
I’d be meeting them tonight
We’d sit in silence together
Me with my cup of tea
They with their hand-gun,
finger on the trigger
We’d sit a while and attest to nothing
Holding me accountable for saying nothing
Global economy crash
Too many people
Plastic unsustainable
Questioning diversity
The need for separation
The need for communion
My heart wants for nothing
I am nothing
A clearing for love
I do not want love
I want to be alone
Shrink wrapped so that nothing can get in
and nothing can leave
It’s really only me
the one with my finger on the trigger
