DIRT OF THE HURT

my girl left me back home - on such occasions i hallucinate about exposing my loneliness in order to abolish the shame i feel for being on my own all this time

honestly what is there to be ashamed of is it my fault that people never seemed to like me? i never did anything bad to them in fact i never did or said much about anything at all and i was branded as weird - people don't really get the word they say weird and they look away as if only common and familiar was worth knowing

i dream about exposing the hurt of the rejection and i dream about an army of the rejected finally recognizing themselves at my vernissage unified at last and under my command striking out right at the dogma of commonness and familiarity