For the loneliness you foster, I suggest Paul Auster

“When traveling is made too easy and comfortable, its spiritual meaning is lost. This may be called sentimentalism, but a certain sense of loneliness engendered by traveling leads one to reflect upon the meaning of life, for life is after all a traveling from one unknown to another unknown.” 

-Daisetsu Teitaro Suzuki

There was a dream two nights ago in which someone sent me a package of pillows. 

"STOP CODON, SQUARED"

Ah, these nights alone push it all around

like rearranging furniture, we waltzed about

Half-shadowed dread, half-packed duffel bag

strewn all over this place.

It was when I pulled the curtain back 
to look for copulating couples

was, dominantly, when my room started to

deconstruct itself at the dogleg.

I looked up what to do in the manual

which directed me to D. H. Lawrence

I dog-eared it for I knew  

I would be returning often.

There are so many ways to be connected to people.

My ex-melieu rejoicing up from the depths

promised misdirection at one splot 

of punctuation with indication to the next.

A mingle here, a dalliance there,

and then, of course, how dare you bare?

Down somewhere at the end of my bed

I'll catch my Texas accent again.