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A Minority of One
by Timothy SomersI dont like your like,
its unnatural to me.
I dont need your needs,
I cant bear your seeds of thought.
Dont breathe on me,
especially down the neck-way,
Say,
dont you have something better to do?
Id rather an empty bus,
Id rather a me, than us,
and I dont care whats in your pockets.
Find a bridge, and stretch yourself.
Study Zen, over there.
Learn limits.
I hope I smell bad.
I dont care whats in your shoes
nor what direction theyre headed,
and if I bedded you,
it was convenient,
not Real.
You made me up for yourself,
now put me down.
08/06/2006 Posted on 08/07/2006
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 08/10/06 at 05:20 AM I adore this, very much. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/10/06 at 10:20 PM Tim, you took what so many of us would need to express at certain times and put into actual words ... a poem nonetheless. I like it. You said it all very well and I like the way you formulated this poem. Your 4th stanza was the beginning of the bigger jolt at the end. Great work! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/19/06 at 06:51 PM I just read a "Minority of One" and enjoyed. I knew an English girl in the 50's who said that Americans smelled to good and were afraid to get dirty. Of course that was before Vietnam and Iraq. I wonder what she would say today. Amazing who war can make you smell. We all must find our own way. And Zen is one of many. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/26/07 at 10:53 PM Yes, I needed this too, today. Sometimes the nice just isn't in me and sometimes it's hard to let that be OK. Thanks for giving me a place to start. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/21/11 at 10:06 PM I have to ditto what everyone else has already beat me to the punch in saying; this piece is 'to the point' and definitely what I needed to hear today since I'm fresh out of being nice to anyone at this particular moment. Thank you for this. |
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