People Are Channels Poem by Raj Dronamraju

People are channels
People are doorways
People are warm introductions and barking German Shepherd watchdogs

Suzie smiles and it brings to mind idiocy and inbreeding
And she can barely get out in breathless clusters "people are canals"
You can only dredge so deep

People are gratitude but only as platitude
People are old wives tales
People are a fanbase that never runs out of enthusiasm

People are a medium
People are instruments
From time to time they need to be sharpened on the wheel

The men and the women of inner space
Painting targets on their social face
Waiting for the next awkward moment

The influencers at large, sighted as if new to science
Arrange themselves on the living walkway like sticky plants
Burrs and seeds might attach themselves to your clothes
And you might find yourself knowing and liking something you did not know and like before