'nother old un

mood swing, for PJ




yesterday you were a ROCKET SCIENTIST
today a bridge of sand

someone who doesn't completely understand
told me about this i wasn't there

you mean yesterday when wood rot bloomed
and aphids danced i asked yes he said

yes i exclaimed and the moon the lisps
of peasants the marginal scream

you were there he questioned
are you a ROCKET SCIENTIST

no i admitted but i used to know
a beauty good with figures heart be still

yesterday matter of fact but days are different
all the time hard to understand to fight

hourglasses dripping sand
so different all the time



2001