1961

ASTORY

Without the chocolate
A provable universe
Devolves into me-too
Crayon armadas all avetch,

As in, the terriers
Are loose in the pachysandra.

The problem becomes
Scraping together
A methodology worth
Outlining to mom
And justifying
To the primae donnae --

Supposing this burdensome
Question mark o'er the heart
Evaporates unconditionally,

The external stimuli
Obliterated as casus belli
By a fit of each-one-teach-one --

This music we call home
Would still want
And want and
Want

A place to practice
And invent itself anew
A la the physical sciences.