the Dead Beat Generation (a manifesto)
the torment makes us hard and difficult to see their infectious ways, but in the unity of shared ideas, we can escape the grip that those would think they have on us… we never gave up our souls for this…
questions of a heart
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung