Scenario (Take Two)

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. - Thoreau

with a sarcastic snick

crooked, arthritic, desperation types the rabid keys

emotions are quaffed and quiesced

night gives day the slip

a nuclear winter tightens its inviolable grip

thirst will have to settle for a sip

angst bites its lip

wingless angels giggle at each one's quip

life is spliced together with a rusty zip

all part of a chattering, black and white movie clip

Author's Note

"Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows." - Thoreau