Lurking

Jennifer Paige©1994

The final moments of the year tick into

            Oblivion

I sit on this tweed sofa and silently

            Scream

Friends all around—I’m always alone

Sometimes I wonder why I just don’t stay home

Don’t drink, don’t smoke just try to

            Lurk in the corners of their rooms

Everyone’s laughing—laughing at me

Everyone knows me, knows my name

            Estranged in more ways than they will ever know

Red and lurking in the corners of their

            Rooms

This always happens in the strangest

            Places

The green and orange molting faces

Screaming silently into oblivion

            Another year gone to waste

I seethe again into the lurking blackness

            Liar—

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