Awakening II: The Poetry of Gunnar Våken

Poem: This

Dustbowls and dirty hoes
Pipe bombs and non-existent front lawns
The world of yesterday
Has made the barren lands of today
So much is gone . . .

Haunted in the new desert
Looking for just desserts
Memories keep us alive
Even when they hurt . . .

"Wanted" said the saloon poster
It's nice to be loved, desired
Everyone needs others seeking them
Even when it's bounty hunters with boots on fire

We used to have as oasis
Now all we have is chaos and sand
The world of Mad Maxes
And metal and punk bands

This is not Utopia
In an age of Apocalypse
This is no dress rehearsal
This is just . . . this

~ Gunnar Våken