Dan Moyer The TV's on,
but no one is home.
it was a lost cause to stay,
so my mind went away.
I could tell you the truth,
but to tell the truth,
I'm a liar.
Every day we sit through
when we should have been running
water is a luxury we can't afford
like violence we can't avoid
the pot holes grazing my eyes
bounce my car on to false slavery brought down.
well... never would be my final answer
if I could see the front
and back, but my face is pressed to
the ground far away
from either, or maybe neither.
what's it to you?
who go