I'm Alone                                                          Dec. 2001

One knife, one fork

less than half a pound of pork

One plate on tv tray

no here to hear me say

                                                                                      I’m alone

Long hours, endless work

Fitful sleep, a muscle jerk

starting with a murky head

sweating in an empty bed

                                                                                       I’m alone

nightly walk on the street

hands in pockets, shuffling feet

silence shouts its sickly scream

wish it were but a dream

                                                                                       I’m alone

Just a word, a laugh, a smile

Lift my spirits for a while

Set me free from this dark spot

Let me say that its not

                                                                                       I’m alone

But there’s no call

No one at all

A muted phone

I’m alone