THE CHARNEL OASIS by Emma Passy Lyrics

It was a time for unreal humanity. “Dude,”
they would tell us, “It’s a transparent
school.”
The kind where you go out into the
open air
to see the flowers. Only you
don’t smell them, but
read
them. Nothing’s fun
about it though. The
wild
dandelions grow past
our knees
and the
voices
inside our head become
small.
I’d say the warm air becomes
cool
but that’s assuming it’s not really peculiar.
The sea once again is beautiful
but we imply
we’re just too
unhappy to notice.
           Emma Passy
           La Guardia High School