Alone

Alone
But not alone
Alone
But not lonely
Stood
In a crowd
Of friends
Strangers
Every one of them
Plastic smiles
Stuck
To made up faces
Painted
In garish
Joker look-alike rigor
Clutching
Bomb
Jager
Masters
Of not even their thoughts
Insipid drivel
Conversation flows
Ebbs
Like waves
Around the mizzen
And I stand
Fascinated
Impaled on a sword of awe
Cider glass dwindling
Almost
As quickly
As my interest
I stand
Alone
But satisfied
In the company
Of
Myself

And watch


Terry Rhiannyr
November 2012