I was wearing my city face
And I didn’t make eye-contact
When people looked my way, I didn’t see
There were too many unfortunate consequences
If you made eye-contact or saw others
I didn’t hate
There were just too many unfortunate consequences
I show love
Not here
Isolation, alienation
Here, and substance abuse, and bombast
But for live music, I wouldn’t be here
But for my solitary home life I wouldn’t be here
But for my sensitive intellect
I might communicate
Some desperate, broken, obnoxious seek community, here
As I did, years ago
She’s not with me tonight
Nor the network stemming from her, from us
Not here, now, but with me, still, even now
The band’s on break and I’m alone
Not in life
Just here
By design
David Fekete 