The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
MILLENNIUM

Gunpowder in the air
constant explosions
a siren somewhere
it's the end of the world they say

We are dancing on the last night
welcoming the new day
Just more pain and regret
another excuse to party
another day
2000

So this is it
the new millennium?
I'm not impressed
log on to Your-Life-dot-com
and see that nothing's changed
New year - same old shit
we're still here
what's the difference
who died and why?

We do the same old things
we did yesterday
say the same old words
feel the same old way
we didn't die
the computers didn't crash
the world didn't end
it's just the same old shit
S.O.S.
STRANGE PLACE

Turns on the TV and sees me
she cries
goes to bed in denial

The very next day it happens again
before her
after her
all the time
saddens her this day

So we go together to the strange place
and someone else turns on the TV
sees us
thinks - at least they aren't alone

And so the cycle goes
we all die alone
and take someone else with us in our fall
to the strange place
SHOOT AGAIN

Kill familiarity
rape the bereft
turn on the radio and hear the bad news
fall thru the crack in the pavement
Need nothing
miss it all
miss you
miss me
but shoot again
hit with hate
and feed anger
too late to stop
too soon to regret
see you
need you
Want nothing
want you
hit again
see the sun go down
the rain fall
the snow melt
miss it all
but shoot again
go insane
escape
run for your life
don't look back
miss it all
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