Poetry by Matthew Nolan

Jul 20, 2005 by

Space

I see lonely as rare as a comet,
today she burns in the sky,
accenting the difference between me and her,
me just wanting to die

Lonely as an aluminum can I feel,
a drifting satellite in the atmosphere

Lonely is the absence of passion and tears
on a lonely barstool with no one to hear,
in an Irish Pub on Times Square
sighing at the man with thinning hair,
the mirror reveals it is the guy I share

Holding my glass with two hands,
gazing in the circle of floating ice cubes,
stuck in space, emotions on cruise,
hearing girls mumble and revel around me

Lonely as an aluminum can I feel,
a drifting satellite in the atmosphere,
illuminating lights of Times Square
burning through the sky,
accenting the difference between me and her,
me just wanting to die

Copyright 2004 Matthew Nolan

To view more excerpts or to order Matthew Nolan’s book of poetry, prose, and journals Crumpled Paper Dolls: A New Orleans Poet please visit your local New Orleans bookstore or order directly at http://MatthewNolan.net/book.htm

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