Y Plus Y

My friend, the screen, still glows,
And its dream will not end,
And life, my pulse is loud.

Fate, my cow path, is bare,
But the dance halls have closed,
And the stars are still far.

The sick wards all grow dark.
What do I want or you want,
Or she or he or they?

Some jokes, cursed days, a prize.
The tools pass back and forth.
We think a lot of food,

Just when our foe, our debts
Knock on doors, knock down walls,
Just when the ads pop up

To buy things. Things. As if
There were things, we knew things.
Red Queen says your friend’s gone.