The Romantic Bumhood
September 2, 2009 by lastgunslinger
I feel the space I occupy.
That which classifies me as matter,
tags me as useless.
I measure my worth through
the words I don’t say.
The single most obvious ripple
I give out to this world
is my temporary non existence
and importance
and productivity.
For the meantime
and for good.
No calibration needed.
No progress imminent.
I implore you
to love me for this.
For when the world starts revolving again,
everyone moves on,
I get left behind.
