the lonely hearts of the universe

when you get tiresome to yourself
you know damn well
you’re going to get
tiresome to some other people,
in fact, all the people you come
in contact with:
on the telephone, in the post
office, over a bowl of
spaghetti.

oh, the tiresome people with the
tiresome stories.
like how they got screwed by
the Forces, now they are fucked
and there isn’t much they can
do
except tell it to you.

then they step back and wait for
you to console or conjure them
but all you feel like doing really
is taking out your prick and
pissing all over them.
which might stop them from
inviting themselves over for
dinner
or telling you more about
their tragic
lives.

there are more and more of
them,
they line up outside
waiting on you.
nobody else will listen to
them.
they’ve burned-out
hundreds.
and they still have to
talk.

I’m sending them all over to
see you.
get your compassion and
understanding
ready.

I might be at the end of that
line
myself.