there are too many people
wearing uncomfortable shoes in the world
my husband finds this amusing
I find it hard to breathe
surrounded by walls of corned beef
there are parallel celebrations happening:
if ever you’re in my arms again
I will show you the back in the day of our calamity
I will show you the word in French on a flashcard
if ever you’re overwhelmed by the choices
the Moon will have to be reclassified as a planet!
decisions will be made without benefit of research!
we'll live it all again, Nassib
lazily stretched out by Alexander
with clashing swords and crying horses
fat, sad, middle-aged men on expense accounts
paying for performance
wishing we were older
Tanec Rayl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drowning-our-lives-in-photographic-noise/
