geometric
trigonometric
isolation
the doggone
throngs are
gone the
throngs the
ones that gave
me a headache
all of whom I
wished away on
that long bygone day
I wished them
away and now
they are now
they are throngs
I was wrong
I wish you would
stay tomorrow
times tomorrow
times tomorrow
oh throng
why in the world
did you leave me
alone my
memory’s
gone
I forgot all
the things
I could possibly
say isometric
geographic
naught on display
oh throngs
I was wrong
won’t you
come
back
today
