Inspried by Strike Lines

Hunger
in a dark sak
makes you think you're stronger than you are.

Relentless looks
early hours
no figure standing.

Listen
Notice
Quiver
and you will know.


March along,
flag of desire
flag of ambition
each lost in a room of private dream.


Little time is given here to rest.
Someday, people in their places
lifted up by the ribs,
never knew one day to the next.