When one connection goes down
Another one comes up
Sort of like numbers
Or electromagnetic
Crossings
One feels horrible
One feels good
The other feels bad
Again one is good
Which way it will go
Is like a jinx
In the flow
Feel the negative move
When the choice is made
Positive crimes
B.Y.O.B. bravery
Personal reactions
Easier said than done
Try to stay alive
Table for one?
Consequence of our distractions
Is simply to stay alive
It’s only when we die
That we find ourselves
Living the cost free life
People that play with money
Pay with money
More rain than rainbows
Pots of gold
Sold to the highest bidder
That’s American soil
I’m dreaming
Of a beach in
L’archipel de Santorin
© GÄ
Poétique 