By Misti Date: 2002 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.29.11.47.3134]] |
it is hard to write love poems when you are unemployed weirded out worried about rent and bills and food and beyond that fighting for a solid piece of ground to stand on there is no moon out tonight there are no earth angels I am not sent and who gives a shit about Kansas City or Georgia or Alabama or California I don't dance anymore don't walk around flushed with the rush of new romance I am in a trance and there's nothing mystical about it if you want to be enlightened by a vortex flush your toilet |