Lonely Pipe Dreams
A Group Poem
It’s just another night in my den.
Reality hits and it dawns on me.
The floor has vanished in the clutter and chaos.
Outside of this room, the world still moves
on without me.
A thousand light bulbs shine like stars
made of glass.
Hording to keep things that are not needed
A man sitting in a room, oh so messy, oh so bright
The lights are accumulated as his own company.
The silence is reality.
Bang—an idea goes off.
Thinking of how he can get out of his living space.
This obsession is driving me crazy.