tell me true
that what I knew
will tomorrow be
...
I feel for you
of all the senses this
must have been the last
...
an old southern man
his skin had turned tan
no longer white
black men delight
...
branching out trees did sprout
tangled, entangled, electronic wires
sired of lofty genes, aspired to the skies
...
Repartees
impaled by a sharp tongue
whipped by innuendo
emotions come unstrung
...
I might, if I could
but I won't
I shouldn't, doesn't stop
the dreaming
...
Architechtural skyline
monstrosity of utility
bowed and scraped
to financial stupidty
...
the vice of too much
or too little
makes once not enough
or twice two much
...
alone and lonely
we seek affection and company
other regarding
surrender
...
there is will and there is power
and the power of will
is a will to power
...