so all is of no more

value to give for

in a no more continuity

where the I in the you

no longer dance

a tight rope disdain

to the sound of YES NO

decay disarray dismay

see me here in the you

where the I is no less

than the you in solitude

tearing at the I of the hour

reflections retaliations retail

the overmost in the coming

of the all and the nothing

in tomorrow’s paper

stereotyped in vinyl days

I see the you set sail in fire

across vintage and the dead

the tell tale of tomorrows

where dead and silenced what for

crawls across naked halls

of silly fame and told you so