Nobody home
Posted on | aprile 21, 2007 | No Comments

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on
Got those, swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I’ve got electric light
And I’ve got second sight
And amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home
(Nobody home, Pink Floyd 1979)
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