Ever After

 

So you thought that we could live forever

And we could always count on Starbucks coffee

Like we had a choice of where we could live

Or that we knew which way the wind would blow

But as far as I could tell we never did know

The most we ever had was the most we could give

Though we you and me stuck together like toffee

It seems that the future was destined for never

 

From Joyce through Mcluhan and through Cage

From Oscar the Wilde from the long distant past

We just keep on creaking and spewing and leaking

We just keep on speaking and crapping and reeking

From the depths of despair to the joys of our last

For the fluxus in the walls or the slop of outrage

 

 

Allan Revich

http://www.digitalsalon.com

 

The Fluxus Blog

http://www.digitalsalon.com/weblog/

 

 

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