So Many Words

Forcing you not to be you
Requiring you to be where
Endearing you to who
Entrapping you without words
Demanding
Ordering
Melodically

Intently walking into
Nocturnally alone
Dependent on nothing
Except the ones
Playing viscerally
Enthralled by your
Nebbish tegmen
Deployed daily
Enforced nightly
Negations of
True-self

© 1997 Tim D. Coulter Sr.