By Jeff Martin


I’m crowded like a room
Festooned
With pearly, uncompromising choices.

I want to change. This much I know.
I don’t want to be this way forever.
I want an answer, or two.

I’m driving down the road and I just can’t stand any of it.
I can’t stand the cars in frontbackbeside me.
I can’t stand the people driving them.

I can’t stand the lunacy of wanting to belong,
Or the way I want to belong but knowing that I can’t belong
Because belongining never belonged to me.

Crowded is this room,
Gotta make a move soon.