quips

to the east, you read every word
to the north, not a peep is heard
in my heart a deficit 
do I give more than I’ll ever get

on Facebook I leave zinging quips
on twitter, truth seeps from my lips
in between, there lives a gap
filled with lustrous, throaty gasps

in my prose I write with thought
sometimes loved, sometimes not
no music to the lyrics yet
write it soon ‘fore I forget