solitary man

poetry

i will travel to the end and back
because it is fun for me no matter
how much matter gets taken or how
much matter it is, or bother, or does;
yet, i digress,
the interest you inject, warranted
or
not
into my mirrors (placed around
my tiny square home)
does not give you the right,
and to be very honest with you
i wish to no longer allow you,
to then get
yourself all
worked up in
your curious
little torrent
and expect me to
give you
the
time
of
day
nay,
i am a solitary man.

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