wingless from
one frame to
the next i fly
shooting
dark shadows
specters of
my camera eye
a taunting eagle
mocks at me
tells me you are
a prisoner of
your own device
in a world of
motor mouths
rapid lies
held in a tight
vice my feet
bound to a
heartless earth
her urban cries
i look upwards
at hope wantonly
whoring in the sky
a moment comes
a moment dies
you have that
one talent no
one buys ,,
molten tears
frozen ice
