ameneurosis- n. the half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night.
Ashland Woods Morning
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Ain't Life Swell
I love my mother
for what she's not
but,for what she is
don't confuse your truth with pain
only one universal truth
as far as I can tell
ain't life swell
I am comfortable when
the heat is on 72
walking home with my belly full
I get quiet when I think of you
day dreaming and driving
clouds are white and the sky is blue
you can't unring a bell
ain't life swell
I've seen this before
over looked it a hundred times or more
I can't feel at ease
always checking my pockets for my keys
I'm conscious of these nervious habits
aware that I must break
what happened to give & take?
negitive as far as I can tell
ain't life swell
Yobo is a hobo that eats from a yuppies table
I get my food from the food bank
or panhandling as long as I am able
tablecloth & stable loft
dopeheads on a mopeds
drop from your feet to you knees
along comes a swarm of bees looking for a hive
I may never get out of this world alive
don't tell me you can't smell that smell
ain't life swell
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