Walking home from work
stop at the supermarket
the condiment aisle
a jar of pickles catches the eye
made eye contact with a solitary pickle
but the jar took it home
then made up the stairs
and made it through the doorway
and waded through the floor
tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
the truest room in the whole damn hous
saying love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
so the answer's got to be love
so feeding time with TV
then sleeping time not sleepy so reading time with pickle
but where the bedside lamp had been
is now emanating soft soft green
has it always been this way?
is it poossible that all this magic went unnoticed?
maybe now things will start to change,
and life will turn a better page
no more rage.
saying love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
but I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
love
tomorrow back to work again
but run to the supermarket
running hopeful through the aisles
haven't been this happy in a long time
but not a single jar will smile
afterhours
man pickle jars are just pickle jars
and pickles are just pickles
ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers, garlic, and pickling spices
but love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
love is the answer to a question that I
have forgotten
and I know I've been asked
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
and the answer's got to be love
