Secrets

It seems I've lost all my friends sometimes, But that's not surprising, Seeing that I make so little effort To keep them all fat and happy. Besides, I lost a lot of them a long time ago. I guess I've even lost A large percentage of my Internet Friends, If it matters— Those crazy dynamic souls— I accumulated at long distances, Yet near I nearly reeled in them like a drunk... Since I began to blog And to creep about these creative blogs Where everyone represents the self alone In a strange way, supercharged and fierce each one..., Has it only been a few years since we began? I suppose that loss isn't surprising, either, Since they were all strangers to begin with, Though at times they were numerous and touching. There were probably never more Than twenty followers at any one time And I think the number's been dwindling Down to five or six for a long time. So What if I rise up and look down And say, "Fuck y'all!", Aside from committing a regionalism, Will I also finally Burn the ass or scorch the soul Of the last loopy loony hanger-on? Oh, well... It's not that there's no way for me to know all that, But it's been a long time Since I haunted my own site meter In an effort to see if old acquaintances Have been to visit me secretly! So, which came first, brothers and sisters, The "I don't care" or the "I don't know"? Y'know, it's not that I don't keep any secrets, But I don't think I share a single one Anywhere, with anyone, any more...