Experience Of Feeling Thoughts Poem by Margaret Alice

I’m so lonely, the crocodile said,
last night I read instead of going
to bed, this morning I can only
search for inconclusive

meanings in meditative contemplation;
not in surface conversations, I don’t
want to know How Are You?
rather tell me how you FEEL

to break the stream of morbid thoughts
on existential isolation on a day in
which a haunting melody seems
more real than cold, unsmiling

faces, words as symbols can’t
convey the tactile feel of textures,
nor describe the experience of
feeling thoughts...