I Am No Longer Poem by gordon nosworthy

i am no longer who i am
a dislocation explained
only as a rationalization of being human

what words to elucidate red or blue or dislocation
a feeling a shift of something
a sense of falling into out of what

not really falling, moving
as part of a watching from another planet
maybe thru binoculars

mounted on a pay as you stare platform
high in the clouds
the game on the ground survives

violence lunges about the boundaries
erupting here and there caving in
no reason no particular clarity

there are rules but they don't matter
movement because that seems to satisfy the itch
simply for the sake of scratching

tomcats in a burlap bag about to submerge
in that turbulent river of time
but never completely disappearing

wounding each other over and over
until a winner emerges but in the next instant
only to lose without becoming aware

an overriding sense of chaos
barely contained only by itself
and there i was

scratching and then i wasn't
and it makes no matter at all
i am no longer