Home Base = everything else, right?

[xoxoxoBruce]

I wasn't sure where to put this, so here it be.
A working acquaintance of a friend, has written a booklet of 20 poems/prose. I don't think he's selling them, probably giving them to friends, but I don't know.
His name is Jeff Rath and the material is copyrighted. This one struck me as,.........unusual.
Language Exercises

You repeat the names of things
until the words lose meaning,
and only the naked object--or concept--remains
before you like an orphan.
You try this with your life:
"cruelty, infidelity, loneliness,”
trying to unlearn the emotions
attached to these words.

You say, "I'm sorry,"
whisper, "I love you,"
plead,"don't go,
I'll try harder from now on."

Beer and cigarettes don't help,
nor does the measured breathing
of the stranger sleeping beside you.
She was lonely, too,
or was a little drunk,
and had no words for why
she ended up on a barstool
next to you, letting you buy her drinks
until you stopped looking so fat and too old.

In the morning she will be gone,
but not before that
what-was-I-thinking look
greets you over the rim of your coffee cup.

Much too eagerly you will say:
"I had a nice time.
Could I see you again,”
in that cracked language of the lonely.
She might smile and say,
"sure," but you already know
she has repeated the word "loser"
over and over in her mind
until you become formless
and finally disappear from her sight.