When was it,
exactly,
that I started believing people could be
Good
again?
Was it after the
fifth beer?
Or after that shot of
whatever the fuck?
Or maybe it was
some other event,
conversation,
occurrence,
marked by human interaction,
rather than
ostracized gulps
of self-prescribed medication.
Well,
it was definitely before I returned home
alone.
We are all here.
Sharing this life,
this time,
this place.
But the truth is
we are all alone in this world.
how to use:
as common as carbon is a poetic stream of consciousness.
there are 3 categories of “poems”:
(i) heteroglossic synesthesia (complete poems)
(ii) hobonyms (words with no homes)
(iii) mind jerky (thoughts to chew on)
after reading a poem you have 3 options to “turn the page”
“RANDOM” – takes you to a random poetic expression
#hastags – take you to another random poem with the same theme or motif
#category – takes you to a random poem in the same category
“no one can step in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and they are not the same person” – possibly Heraclitus
just as no one can step in the same river twice, no one can have the same experience of “as common as carbon” twice