Monday, December 9, 2013

Depolarized

I wouldn’t give a nickel for my journey now.
I wouldn’t give a dime for yours.
I don’t have a quarter,
And there aren’t any phones,
So I can’t call a soul who cares.
But if I had a dollar,
Or five, or ten,
I’d go to Mirawasu again,
And again,
Until my current depolarized
And my head hit the back of the floor.
Then I’d stomp all my currency into plough shares,
And grow corn and beans,
And I wouldn’t study war no more.
No more.
No.
I wouldn’t study anything.


-jenn long

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