2001 July 2, 2009
Posted by Tel in Geography of Love.Tags: Geography of Love, life, love, Poem, poems, Poetry, poverty
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life is sweet
and what you make it
so says natty dread
on goldfish crackers
almost stale french bread
and cheap boxes of wine
we make life sweet
and oh so fine
with an electric blanket and hot love
we warm ourselves from the world outside
when gas prices are too high
in this old brewery building
with crumbling plaster walls
and dark, dank yellow halls
we have made our own paradise
I want some of that. Good stuff. Thanks for sharing!
So good I can taste it.
yeehah! no caps! *phew*
i am really only a stuttering child comparitively… but i found a piece of my own heart here, as it reminds me of a bit i scribbled a long time ago – for a lost lover. your tower is of crumbling brick, while mine was of old paint tins under a discarded bed frame.