These are the appetites
that get one nowhere
complaining of rain
when a drizzle falls
faintly
Amongst brick builidings
a future to be had
by those holding experience
as richness
Overcast skies cause doubt...
To the ones like me
who breakaway and have
stopped asking questions
long ago
Youth in disguise
behind masks of certainty
reflect dismal communication
towards truth
On these days
where a sun will not
shine, I illustrate
fate with a
penstroke
L.A. 2004