Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Saturday, May 8, 2010

what else?

Mnemonics for complex sounds
A stiff brew to settle us down
Another book to lift a frown
What else could we need around this broken home of ours?

Pickled livers for sale
Leftover lizards out of jail
All our food will never grow stale
What else could we want around this shattered dream of ours?

Battered streets under working feet
A single dime for spending time
Empty bottles prove what is hollow
What else could we ask for in this life hanging by the strings?

Prescriptions and evictions
Dusty kitchens and televisions
Empty minds and wasted time
What else could we bear in this hell hole we have dug for ourselves?

What else?
What else?
What else?

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