The Lost Ones(Poem)

In a cafe
all were there
yet no one was there

Everyone lost
in their own way
like Marx’s Alien
or like Durkheim’s

No, it’s not a cliche.

Lovers lost
in a fight
friends lost
in a laugh
ants lost
in a line
waiters lost
in a table
cats lost
in music

worker bees lost
in 0’s and 1’s
teens lost
in hormones

Caffeine and sugar lost
in the flood of emotions

While I lost
in an apple pie

All eager to
create or erase
except for a poet
who’s stealing some.

Implicit and explicit.

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