The Single Man Poem by Jim Boone

I live alone
Usually by choice
Sometimes the walls
Talk back to me;
Oftentimes those talks
Become my singular voice.

Always alone
Except for fleeting
Moments when
The single man
Is a bother, a threat,
A caution to the
Coupled two.

Living in a maize
Of orientation
That breeding men
Can't understand,
But continue to probe,
I Am what I Am,
Now and once upon a time;
Living with imagination's plan
For the single man.


2012