Sometimes we’re just bones
and wires holding
up a
shelf no longer stable
without the
cable
And we’ve been living way
beyond our
dreams
for a long time now
and holy
cow
it’s only 2018 and if
all the shores
are
still not free then
take me
back
to the
sea
mindgallery
Here’s a mindgallery poem from the Brooklyn Missed Connections that dates back to sometime in 2018. It seems like just yesterday and a lifetime ag0. And unfortunately, we’re still laboring under many of the same problems. How much longer can our shelf remain unstable?