Conversations

In my head

North, East,

South and West

Stripes and Stars

Fifty shapes on a map

My lonely compass

Points away from that

Too much

Of the talk

What is American?

What is not?

I woke up

With a broken compass in my hand

Beneath my feet

I feel pebbles of sand

My loneliness is now an island

With a sun

With waves

Now lonely looks like fun

Lonely paradise

My own

Lonely

Where palm trees grow

Lonely forever

On a salt water shore

Never shared

My lonely is more

Lonely by waves

Wiser and warmer

The new life

Of a lonely reformer

A record set

Of minding your business

On this Island

I’m a Guiness

Sandcastles I build

Become lonely too

There is nothing and nobody

To judge what I do

Loneliness is easy

On the broken hearted

When you can be lonely

In a place uncharted

Lonely dances

Lonely smiles

Composed of sand

And seashells for miles

Wave crash

Sun rise

Loneliness

Disguised

I’m going to kiss the sand

Open my ears to the winds

Thank you, God

For lonely Islands

Where I can shout my thoughts

Where I am alone

Along the coastline

Of my lonely home

A sweet escape

For myself

And nobody

Not a thing, else

City walkways

Of purses and bitches

Unable to comprehend

The island riches

I clean up the island

And I clean up the shells

And ship them out

To people I knew in hell

Lonely minds

Holding onto much

Having conversations

On islands out of touch