Xanax And Three Hours Of TV - Brazzaville

In this land of plenty

What happened to our dreams

Can’t even find a mangosteen

Can’t find an e.e.

cummings

Or a Martin Luther King

Just online porn & SUVs

I don’t care much anymore

The world seems sad and lonely

I lay down on the floor

And try to sleep

And dream about the days

When life was more than

Just a Xanax and 3 hrs of TV

Where are all the grandmas

The Mark Twains & the Beats

What happened to our make believe

The smell of toast on Sundays

Or falling space debris

The freighters slowly cross the sea