04.27.2004

We watched TV in the multipurpose room as Kennedy was inaugurated
In those days no one knew how the world would turn out

Art took the blinders off, and gave us new ones
Parts of us go extinct, only memory remains

Though we push on daily, is it clear what really constitutes a life?
No amount of work reconciles or rectifies the problem

She lives a just and graceful life in the dealt-out sorrow and grit
We've walked in on something, it appears to be one of the final acts

Closing time, all the elders scramble to justify initial intentions
Father tied our ties, scrambled eggs; the sermons were too long

In all heaven's pantheons, no God of fairness
The philosophers were goofing on the roof, staring at the stars

The questions may obfuscate instead of reveal
This, not the dreams that wake you, is what they mean by fear

Best to find a project no one but you can accomplish
All the God questions, why don't I feel religious?

Those are not essential questions; besides, we want human answers
Who gives out the patent to "create knowledge"?

Another bug has landed in my book; it's hot, take a breather
Heat intrudes, the clock intrudes, garbage always has its day