Isolation

Uncle Warren, and the not who promised

to donate every last one of his billions to a

sinkhole of sickness upon his own natural

death, talked about how isolation could be

a splendid state of being.

 

Like a variable that makes never-ending

appointments with his psychoanalyst.

 

And for the human being, the only being

that could ever coin the word reality, being

cut off from the rest of his species is not an

option to comprehend, let alone compromise.

 

Which explains why even the curmudgeon

needs to go to the grocery store every so

often, or maybe to call the cable guy so he

can get his televised pornography for free.

 

Whatever the case may be, deoxyribonucleic

acid is a molecule that cannot stand isolation,

it likes to reproduce like a virus with two horns

at the front of its face, or the one that makes

a pervert wear a sock made of latex.

 

Isolation, like a sinkhole, is not an option

which is why it’s best to send lawyers, guns

and money when that state of being occurs.

Reviews

[Teri B]

Hmmm...I kinda like being alone! :) Must be a curmudgeon thing, eh?

I enjoyed this portrait, Ken!

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are so good. You say so much with strong and honest statements. I like all the statements in this poem.
"being
cut off from the rest of his species is not an
option to comprehend, let alone compromise."
Thank you for the powerful poetry.
Coyote