ONLY THE LONELY IVAN by HRobertson 6/2013
(Inspired by The One and Only Ivan, by Katherine Applegate)
I have watched a lonely life go by.
People positioning in line
Drumming nervous fingers,
keeping time, hemming and hawing
Scanning empty anxious eyes and kiosks
for direction signs and “Is this register open?”
Speeding to the next hurry up and wait
Where peace is a lost art and quiet a foreign language.
Like a Silverback Gorilla in a roadside arcade.
Surrounded by people, yet never really seen.
I’m going nowhere but to broken crayons
Hearing Narcissistic Human Home Sweet Homings
Incessant droning of “My will be done, not Thine.”
They smack their magpie beaks at graven images
Running on hamster wheels
In search of stuff to sharpen teeth and claws on.
Epidemically, More is never enough.
Ever over-eating, yet left needing
Hungering for…..they don’t know what.
They Congo line to my confinement
Then on to other conquests
I am Black Friday.
Anticipations are better than realities,
And in the end reduce to wrappers and cigarette butts.
Addictions and distractions
Rise septic and swirling in the slurry of me-balls. (poop)
Memory rains elephants in captivity
Clicking cruel reminders of
“How Not ToFeel.”
The reel to reel Net of my Flix reduced to shame.
My name is Ivan and your god is too small.