NOTICE ME

Posted March 30th, 2008 by davidm

NOTICE ME

Oh hipsters of the Internet

my brain is not like yours

i look up to you imploringly

open smile upon my face

i live entirely in the moment

i long for your embrace

Notice me, notice me!

if i could i would come running

and hug you half to death

but i'm tied down to this chair

this painful merciless chair

i wait for you to feed me

and put me down to rest

In the streets of every city

there's a windy corner

a soulless windy corner

and on that windy corner

squats a bundle

of grimy rags

I pass by with glance averted

I see and do not see

if I weaken this one time

they'll bring me to their level

their grimy, gritty level

bring out the Christ in me

Where have the angels gone

in this modern world?

perhaps they're in the garden

with the faeries and the elves

Or just maybe

a little maybe

of course I can't be sure

that windy intersection

may just hold a clue

So hipsters of the Internet
privileged and well healed
next time you see that open smile
or bundle of grimy rags
glance back a second time.

Perhaps it's your angel crying
Notice me! Notice me!

by David MacKinnon