1991-2091

Bridge is out
Crush me, in doubt
Couldn’t afford to buy the food he thought he’d need to live
Eat that which makes you ill, the soured food dost never fill
We are living the same lie, my grip is weakening
Needle arm four years in peaceful drought of mother’s fears
Proffered (sick) body on the sand
I can’t wait for you
To pull it out and come back to yourself