I Need to Need

Shall I pursue a life of Science?

Art?

Debauchery?

It is not new.
More of the same
wrinkled, worn, and tired
illusion.

Twining fingers about a rope,
and around the neck.
tighten, need, relax and tighten again.
ad infinitum.
but not.

My life in small breaths.
self-imposed asphyxiation.


Copyright ©2006 John Wesley Lampe