I wrote this in sometime in 1997, and it's still the first poem in the manuscript that I prepared for grad school. No matter how much my style and voice change, I don't know that I'll ever be able to let this one go 
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Outsider at the In-Crowd Party
Let them speak in stutters and in stares,
last words left hanging in wait for an answer
which will never be correct: they
breathe and breath creates sound out of air,
but do not think; see without seeing
since two sets of eyes are not the same;
live without living, without life.
Learn their tongues, but whisper in another language.
Keep laughter quiet in their crowded rooms.
Conspire and slip through nights unnoticed,
a patient, precious wraith with intimations
of fascinating lies and nonexistent faces.
They will push, and you will spin
instead of falling down - dancing:
let them lead you where they like
then leave them exhausted; be casually amused,
cast glances over all cold shoulders present,
lay down lightly, sleep above the sheets
deep in dreams of weightless days
lacking gravity.
Thanks for reading
Outsider at the In-Crowd Party
Let them speak in stutters and in stares,
last words left hanging in wait for an answer
which will never be correct: they
breathe and breath creates sound out of air,
but do not think; see without seeing
since two sets of eyes are not the same;
live without living, without life.
Learn their tongues, but whisper in another language.
Keep laughter quiet in their crowded rooms.
Conspire and slip through nights unnoticed,
a patient, precious wraith with intimations
of fascinating lies and nonexistent faces.
They will push, and you will spin
instead of falling down - dancing:
let them lead you where they like
then leave them exhausted; be casually amused,
cast glances over all cold shoulders present,
lay down lightly, sleep above the sheets
deep in dreams of weightless days
lacking gravity.
