fiber optics  carry the politics
   over the border
the cultural wave  became a thirst
   so empty so plenty
so dumped in the plumb sea
   waste polices and what memory
the plump of luxury  we'd wed previous
   hard to flee ourselves
with our self discipline   a worrying absentee

the ink of succinct…

is this a poem?
is it a sufficiency?
it self, itself is in
possess of two f’s,
two i’s and two c’s,
thus, is it necessary?

necessity, a quality qualification?

the moment, this moment
is both over and forever,
a sufficient and a necessary
condition for art, for your art,
think - is your condition,
necessary and sufficient?

then you are an artist and a poem…