Forgery affair

Stacks of I don’t care

Windows back to that

Summer of lack

Poverty stricken

Plastic driven

White box detox

Memories of the first time

I saw You,

Memories of the redo

Of the slick backed hairdo

Super cut, in the gut, it lives

And moves and finds it being in

Me

The undo button

Became a glutton

For love smitten

Is the sanded side of

The ship—the one with

Power is the one this hour!

Down I go, lower to the floor

Here on God’s great dance floor!

I am alive, there is no turning back

You have forged in me a new me

One that can never be the same—

He who looks back is not fit for

This invisible kingdom—

Suffering I say for the man that

Does not sway—keep me, bind me

But I will not stay in the middle—

I will live for You