When I look at the skyline I can't help but love it
despite all that is wrong in it and knowing
what a small foreign part I might've might play in it
despite all that is wrong with all that create it
I am in love with the warmth that is left over
and out of necessity made room for by the grey oppressors.
It is entertainment for the alienated creatures
searching for humanity and into glowing boxes
into a stale face and lost in the sunset.
Started while residing on Greenwood Pl. in Syracuse, NY; 1989 or 1990, aged 22 or 23.
Writings By Erick Heins 