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