09-22-92

Rolling, Counting, throwing dice

Fate determined by the crushing blow

of a Samsonite suitcase

Heavy duty, lifetime guarantee

Where will it be after you and me

have joined the shampoo confederation

upon Mount Landfill of History

Mutual exhaust of our cars in tune

One more bomb could seal our doom

Mute but not deaf, only color blind

Shutting out waiting time till the end

Yesterday’s crush of flesh upon mine

Sweetest touch after the hardest crime

Escapist mind rush I injest

Words and pictures to drown the rest

If happiness fell from a deep blue sky

Would the chicken cry or would we die

I can only understand my very little world

Alone control my body’s space

Thoughts of love upon every race

Whispers forgiven, deeds replaced

Holy mantras chanted true

And I will do what monkeys do