Satellite, stereo, and two bedrooms,

Though no garden does there bloom,

Neighbors are polar bears,

Six months of the year the sun only looms…

Sleeping & eating, my kind of existence,

Nearest humans living away quite a distance,

To the cold one must have a great resistance,

Ice fishing a bare subsistence…

No walking to the corner for a paper,

Almost capable to drink of the airs water vapor,

Take me away, leave me alone,

Allow me everyday to be stoned,

Lost in reality, my dream here has not come true ,

Perhaps someday though it will, for now postponed…

© ed ~ 1/24/06