Roamer on lithium-ion note,
human discourse has evolved
into the latest trend.

We play lithium powered lip lag,
kissing through the media.
Tip-tap tag, a touch here and there,
I slowly chisel away at you soul
with the sharpest, finest pointed words.
Are you in, or are you in?

I keep it simple, stupid.
I play Shakespeare and you play
the audience. I condense
words to their baresense.
The script looks refined,
doubled checked, sublime.

We KISS through the media,
taking turns in a game of finger freeze-
tag. You're it. And I'm the audience.
*r u n r r u n?

for the farmers*

The soft, barn red
bricks took away your childhood;
thus giving you a manhood.

Passerbyers rush with business

through the concrete paved
flowing streets.
Once in a while, they pass you
in their slick, metallic paint-coated
auto-mobiles.

Still, you will continue to grow
no matter how fast people
build their cities.