We are made fools of Global Warming.
Last week's newspaper cruses and divides the table.
Mouths rap with nonsense, and
hating nonsense, or sense, like last week's collection call.
Always returning, questions for questions.
Fighting for questions, fighting for answers.
Yet, more curses and divides.
No place for electronic ideas.
Cries that escape, always return
with redeming qualaties.
Thoughts revisted, but escape
through meth bottles of Windex.
I'm not sure what "meth bottles of Windex" are, but I'm fascinated. Also, the phrase "last week's collection call" suggests a bill collector who visits the place in this draft on a weekly basis. Other elements insinuate at least 2 other people in this place who don't get along. Who are they? What else (besides argue) do they do?
ReplyDeleteJust some ideas for when you decide to work with this draft again.