a tweed straight jacket confines my impulse to my harp where none can hear the notes as they clink on my forehead making purtbations in concentration on numerical precision dictating proper conduct of patience is a virtue and irrationality a crime to those who are rationally balanced between heaven's gates and hell's rivulets until the bell tolls but only once upon a time when men were sheep with sandals and an aged gent with a beard shepherded one criminal fleece to parched land away from he...

a tweed straight jacket confines my impulse to my harp where none can hear the notes as they clink on my forehead making purtbations in concentration on numerical precision dictating proper conduct of patience is a virtue and irrationality a crime to those who are rationally balanced between heaven's gates and hell's rivulets until the bell tolls but only once upon a time when men were sheep with sandals and an aged gent with a beard shepherded one criminal fleece to parched land away from he...

a radio voice clicks on on a rainy morning's sunrise barely visible through the coffee sipping grog awakening adrenaline in the pinstriped prizoner of return calls and business lunches, over-worked and under-played, as he exercises frustration and flirts with ideas like "there must be something more" than the chit chat of knit wits in the claustrophobic confines of elevators "there must be something more" than strolling back to the cage by two when today's files (which haven't been filed) are...

a radio voice clicks on on a rainy morning's sunrise barely visible through the coffee sipping grog awakening adrenaline in the pinstriped prizoner of return calls and business lunches, over-worked and under-played, as he exercises frustration and flirts with ideas like "there must be something more" than the chit chat of knit wits in the claustrophobic confines of elevators "there must be something more" than strolling back to the cage by two when today's files (which haven't been filed) are...

...like the silent beating of one man's heart mixed with the shouting approval of ten thousand voices rhapsodically trumpeting the triumph of making companions of our adversaries; We challenge each other to spark some yet unused ingenuity, to demand the last burning ember of passion, to find the flicker of maddness that ignores the agony of the moment, and perseveres, undaunted, toward Victory. ShareCollect

...like the silent beating of one man's heart mixed with the shouting approval of ten thousand voices rhapsodically trumpeting the triumph of making companions of our adversaries; We challenge each other to spark some yet unused ingenuity, to demand the last burning ember of passion, to find the flicker of maddness that ignores the agony of the moment, and perseveres, undaunted, toward Victory. ShareCollect