Vertigo

Do you remember...

The touch of supple fingers

Against cheeks of pastel vermilion,

Rendering vertigo and scuttling breathing...

Voracious glances luring bodies closer...

Anxious eyes &

Trembling lips coalescing?

...how could I forget?

Children Of The Revolution

guitars crack,

sweaty fingers slip at the touch

of glossy surface.

& a cassette tape tumbles...

                          its pieces ricochet.

splinters of the dead revolution.

the cries of a once rebellious youth

muffled by subway roars.

peace bends to profit

                                     from v to $

& war continues,

                         same ol’ same ol’

children of the revolution

          all grown up

forgot what is was they fought for?