To whom
by Yash Srivastava
I am one lonesome guy
to whom computers happened
to whom a guitar happened in the laziest way
to whom one couldn’t ask for directions to Dabble School
to whom one could tell to whom depression happened
to whom chicken eating happened
to whom clothes were given to wear in the laziest way
to whom was given a timeglass by a psychiatrist, that happened
to whom who then called himself an athiest
to whom atheism then happened
to whom who was maddened by his belief in non-belief
to whom you wrote letters when he wasn’t half as mad
to whom you say you love
to whom it occurs that lovey-dovey poems such as these end at love
to whom it is seldom told that love is the only way he can happen
to whom this seems like a valid belief anyway
to whom you say you love them
to whom all these statements are random in the laziest way
to whom who should have ended his poem with the first mention of love
to whom who then ends the poem with the last mention of love
Yash Srivastava is a tormented and obsessed-after-nothing average-intelligent object with no stakes in poetry and an object such that it belongs to no camp-- an entire fly on the wall or a wall with ears. Yash runs a wordpress blog called Bipolar Bear Journal.