Overzero -want's needs overzero


the end

micro poems, modern idiom

god is a symbol
the building waved
my own death
want's needs
zen song
walking a fine lawn
a modern condition
welcome to my town
the missing point
hole in the ground
the sculptor
the war
new black
the future's bright
give me my horns


We wanted enough food,
now we have to work out.
We wanted hot summers,
now we need air conditioning.
We wanted more choice,
now we need personal advisers.
We wanted more leisure time,
now we need to be entertained.


We wanted to be free,
now everything costs.
We wanted to be loved,
now we have to be lovable.
We wanted to know more,
now we understand nothing.
We wanted to be forever young,
now we're treated like children.