I walk already absorbed, infiltrated
	by a familiarity that is
	world without suspicion, without hint of unordinary conspicuousness;
	we share and I am not strange here.
	Suddenly upset
	...an awful moment
	when dishevelment takes place.
	I am thrown awk
	wardly into quizzically as be
	wildered and
	the spectacle. The world laughs
	at my disquieted heart.
	Sidewalk chuck
	ling beneath my feet.
	Lamp post snick
	ering in my ear. Breeze tick
	ling the backs
	of my arms jeeringly. Build
	ings tauntings me menacingly.
	Never forgetting the people
	look like I am alien, intrusive, out of place.
	No, the world bears this not
	I. Conspicuous
	world's continued absorption and infiltration make me
	desperate, demoralized, terrified.
	I lose faith
	so quickly before this
	perversion and transmogrification. Without warning
	forsaken
	am I by the world outcast
	from my life's very seat
	and unable
	to leave, acquire replace
	ment, ask for a second chance.
	I don't dare
	Sit down or the bench will surely wrap tight and whisper sinister things. I
	must
	Keep moving
	but where could I go?
	No where
	welcomes me. My favoritechair will no doubt
	be my most vile enemy. Demoniacism
	is omnipresent.
	I am lost
	in the middle of everywhere.
Copyright 1997 John Feissel. All rights reserved.