water

the bits are biting.
i cannot escape zeroes.
one for the heroes.

new technology
promises to ease all ills.
whores of the future.

the crook and blowhard
full of cheese and whining noise.
could a windbag win?

this brown spot of rust.
this corner of tarnished hope.
when things come undone.

in the dark hearted
daylight never rings the bell.
nor stars that twinkle.

sitting on white keys
the melodies seem so dull.
no soul without black.