Pink Floyd
raised the question,
“Is there
anybody out there”?
Two days on
Seattle roads,
I found no green
pastures anywhere.
Stalled traffic,
the suits and homeless,
Red lights
and sirens everywhere!
Pedestrians
flowing in gray currents,
Eying buses with
a zombie stare.
My biggest
fantasy last night,
Was escaping
from it all…
Reminiscing
alone, in the extinct dark
Safe behind
a concrete wall.
How sad it
was to witness,
Another
grand western city fall…
Birth
control, rain forests and reason phoned,
But no one
took the call.
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