9 Dec. 2004

A little bit of rhythm is tapping

As the keys on the Selectric are ticking

IBM throws out its PC division

News at eleven and now ten-o-clock

For your pleasure

In between the game and Nirvana

The better half just left

Now we can celebrate

Now we can listen to the horns

You used to need excuses for loneliness

Then there was the juice, sauce and weed

Then it was a little bit more difficult

To manage the spirit

The spirit or the life force chasing after

Energy was about to leave when

There came a calamity of reason

OR perhaps it was jail

Around sometime in the early 80s I was

In a tree climbed up to the tip as much

As I could

I carried a knife

I always carried a knife

When I did not have a knife

I would accidentally find a knife

But that is not what this is about

Let us explore the top of the tree

The top of the tree was pine

As the trunk, base and roots were also pine

The needles that were green where leaves might be

Were green and some on the ground 

Were brown

Evergreen, they called it

In the top of that tree

I was praying to God

I carved a cross into the top where I was

This was my pact

I always liked symbols

The cross meant something to me then

It means something different to me now

“Beware.”