By Stevr ..thestevr@aol.com
Date: 9 May 1999

Under The Cool Exterior

look at me, 
left standing here 
with only memories in hand,
my blood percolates beneath the surface, 
indignation seethes from my pores, 
how dare you !!! 
how dare you stand there 
forming words that sound like
"I will always love you ",
"I will always be your friend",
as you trample the spectrum of our collaboration
with a harshness I have never seen,
and the epitome of your sensitivity
is that your eyes are blinded 
with neoteric intrigue
your senses morphined 
by allurement,
so as not to sense,
that if you loved me, 
and if we were friends 
I would not be decimating the keyboard.