The Garden Of Placebo

In the garden of placebo,
We laid down the weapon's
Of propaganda and our
Pulp warfare. . . .
/Standing in the 'zenith' of truce,
We rested awhile in a 'cease fire.'
Long enough,
For our shadows
To circle around us,
And leave our other sides. . .
/Had there been
A 'real line' drawn in the sand,
Separating us. . .
It would have danced
Back and forth, from my foot
To your foot and between.
/Making it quite difficult
To keep our 'differences'
Clear enough to really
Matter. . .at all.
/In the garden of placebo
You can 'pretend' to love
One another. . .
You can eat bananas or pears
And oranges,
Forgetting completely
Any 'apples' there.
/Above and beyond all,
You can pick yourself up. . .
When you 'fall'.
/In the garden of placebo
That is. . .

TBollinger