Cruel times,
and the walls are rising...
It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas...
The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices...
Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all...
There should not have been
any question marks on your...
Your hands
start a fire...
Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation...
Giving yourself,
a gift of trash, you were...
A racial profile begins
between black and white...
Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm...
The night shift starts.
A moonbeam comes and lies...
You are trying to
seel the half-truths...