What a noble cause
to write of flowers and sunsets
when sadness eludes thee

pain, strife, and gonads
wrestle in harmony
spawning the cheese
that milks its own cow.

bovine and hominid
laughter and satan
never shall einstein
realize the night.

stars shine in circles
creating the moonlight
that falls on my shoulder
as I pluck my guitar.

10/13/2001

Posted on 10/13/2001
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