Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking – without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control – or else we attenuate Words ofContinue reading “Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob”

I Can Use All The Proper Words

I can use all the proper words When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowlyContinue reading “I Can Use All The Proper Words”