I feel my power waning
Like the Amazon
So lush
Yet cut down so slowly
By the cruel hands of men
Why me?….

In this whole wide sphere
Do you make a mission to commission me
for decay
Like a city I lay pristine and pure
Yet within my choked out pipes
I pump my veins in sewage glop
***** roads
They part
so many paths winding
So stars may twinkle and beams of the future
May sparkle with arrogant smiles
Be mine

Or be gone
Whichever suits you best
Don't toy with my thoughts
Nor meddle with my soul
I wish to be alone
Yet I yearn for company around me
Shaking hands
Scheming plans
Smiling with rotted teeth
And now…

Now, such a funny little word
A slimy word, a detestable word
For it describes the moment at hand
Though, with salivating lips, only desire the "then"
The kettle screams with steam built up
A child runs from home

(Enough)
A word so sweet so pure to taste
For it means to stop to cease
To end a trail of present things
A happy word
Where I throw my work down to the floor
Responsibility is away on vacation retreat
I want to be alone
But I don't
So maybe stay a while
With my indecisive tendencies...