Out on the diving board above shimmering stars, <br />stars burning on brandy and excelsior. <br />I watch the shoppers skate the icy slopes of meaningless <br />slippery and melting down into their tracks. <br />the clergy just left on the A train <br />and carolers have turned into junkies. <br />Why must we be plugged into a network <br />our minds sucked dry like batteries to our devices <br />what ever happened to fire?<br /><br />jerome moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holiday-fire/
