FOR SALE

AIR FOR SALE=+=THINK.
Vomit into rusty sink.
Sick all day long.
Fading into the haze.
Black-red-green cloud maze.
10,000 chems and more.
Mix in the air - SHUT DOOR !
Tape the windows good.
Clean air machine - Vooooom.
Inside I'm alive today.
Unborn child - whats to say.
On the couch - T.V. on.
Food tube in my arm.
Just hiding thinking of the sky.
Those multi-colored clouds pass by.

from my poem book - DREAMS 2