GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

8. Four Letter Word

There are times, contention.
	There are times. One never knew
how the faded, snag-sided cloth would
ravel. But.
	There were times. And the clock beat into
the still frenzy and the sleepless,
Loveless,
Worked to death days.  Ever slow
to pass.
	And the perfectly cured Mahogany,
	White faced
	Black lettered,
	Glass slided, strained eyes.
Slide and resolve to 3 decimal places.
	Yet, there were times
	When shaking, nicotine stained fingers,
	and puffed eyes, and tousled hair,
	did not suffice to answer
for the still frenzy, and the sleepless
Loveless, scattered days.
	The clock, the typewriter, the graphs,
	The wire, the meters, the pop of a breaker.
There were times, contention.
There were times.