once upon a time - Stick--Less

Stickless

I feel like a stick again. I listen to others talking

and their conversation is beyond my understanding

It's as if i don't occupy the same shape nor space

they do, but I know, at least I think I know I'm the

same as them. But i must be a stick again because,

it's as if I never worked with and heard their conversation.

All my working life heard the same old tales about football.

Never did understand the passion on display, but then again

if one can't understand, its better being a stick,

least way, one doesn't have to pretend you're interested in

the drivel dribbling from their twisted smiles or perhaps sneering lips.
Today the the lips were moving on about pigeons

okay i know they're a bird and that they, at least some of

them are homing pigeons, never felt at home anywhere.

maybe that's why I always feel like a stick, I get thrown

Around and where i end, i settle, until I'm picked up by

a soft soughing though and find myself traveling on

carried by the wind in the guise of a plane. Unlike the

the homing pigeons where i end up is never home, just

a place upon the ground that welcomes stick men such as me.

Stick--Less