Thin twin of unsolicited trail
Perpetual copycat of my every move
With skin of no texture, feel or gleam
Your lips rattle but no audible conversation
Sometimes I feel we could talk
But a wasted effort that would be.
In loneliness you sit with me
But loneliness wears a new look
And never cease to be loneliness
Becoming a greater form
So lazy you seem
When I am attacked in the streets
You mimic my every punch
But none is felt by “them”
When I’m hit, I feel
And wonder if you feel too.
On that hot Alsatian chase
Did you gasp? Did you share my hurt?
I heard my heartbeat, but not yours
Do you thirst and hunger?
Do you smell the beer before I gulp?
Or do gulp with me?
But my 33cl stays 33 in my living pot
So, where’s yours?
When my buds jubilate for Suya
Do you salivate?
But your growth seems healthy
Sometimes you are taller, fatter.
I repeat: You Cheat!
And you cheat more with my Eve
When I part her branches, you part.
I part in search of knowledge
But you part in search of “Truth”
And truth seems faraway.
So faraway my thin twin
Men have searched and died
When we search together
It’s like a “four some”
Of what use are you to me?