September 20, 2003

Even on the asphalt
I always take the blame
though far removed from my
stomping ground
still,
I shake the tree and
the beat comes down

Come to this view –

The planets are but marbles
That time threw out
To place
Markers in space
And relax the pace
And the veins
That connect them,
Are ours
To trace

If you don't like my brew
Then sip it through a straw
If its all right with you
I like to keep it raw