This world
This country
Needs a hand
Upon its brow
Repair
Healing
More Kelly Clarkson banners
Adorning upward bound
Escalators
Long turned off
In an attempt disorient
As we lurch forward
Into the $7.99
Bin
We need more used CDs
And free newspapers
Something to sleep under
And protect us from the sun
Perhaps the occasional
Manifesto
Left tread on
Mid cross walk
I am simply looking for
A reason
To pull my teeth
From this pen cap
Perhaps tomorrow
Perhaps next week
Either way
Perhaps tonight
We should all
Sit at home
In darkness
Sipping a tall glass of water
