Saturday, July 9, 2011


84) Epilogue - Apr. 07, 1987

In the preternatural glow

Sits a being who’s eyes reflect no soul

He thought he’d win the fight

But the T.V. was his plight

But it was stronger

And he sat there longer

There is no hope against his infatuation

And his lack of imagination

Thus he sits and gathers dust

While the other – rust