Weltschmerz in Pink
I feel sun on my knees
through a tenth floor window
coughing through anxieties
of a world below
here I am eating écoliers
while the world fights below
I hear the sound of a Wurlitzer
and the voice-over goes:
Will you ever find
the happiness deserved
the love and the money
you thought was yours
tune in tomorrow and see
another exciting
episode of
“Weltschmerz in Pink”
I put down the phone
pick up a book
thoughts of another century
crowd out my blues
problems seems similar
solutions worse
that familiar anxiety
rings in its words
“Will evil be punished
will peace win the day
will the dunces be capped
the drunkards waylaid
tune tomorrow
another nail-biting day on the brink-
your favorite addiction
‘Weltschmerz in Pink’”