I need an outlet...
Not a copper penny
But definitely a shock
A return to zero
Flat. Straight Line.
Described by some as
"Follow the light"
Or, "God, not tonight"
But I am dark.
An all absorbing ink
I conquered the light
Long ago,
Now I think
Trying, I survive
Humbled to myself as I
Dwell and worry...
It's morosely pleasing
To be less than
The call, or in a hurry
As is truth grossly squeezing
To be more than
Its parts,
So Am I... bursting as
The Arts
suffering and manipulating
The order of waste
I must create...
Anew am I
Viewers look,
Judge and debate
As I wait... and wait and still wait.
For
Ever and ever and ever
And ever,
Again.
A Live Wire.