at the bus stop


we're spaced just so   blackbirds 

on a wire   each

a wingspan apart   protecting


whatever it is we consider sacrosanct

privacy   self

each of us on our device


each alone   shuttered   

each texting

and each text is help   help   help


it is a lonely place   this

bus stop

i wouldn't be here if


i didn't have to be   it is the loneliest

place i know




Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-27 at 15:25

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You've used the white space in the poem wonderfully. The gaps are like the pauses a saxophonist uses. This poem is pure jazz. Wonderful

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Explains well the fragmentation and alienation of the postmodern humans. Cell phones don't really connect people, or do they?

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Cell phones have made all places lonely.