Your lesson

Did we end?

As far as the cry

goes,

I can’t tell

Heads from

Tails.

Type my name

in the computer of your

brain.

Remember then

that you jump

sideways,

and I straight.

Pick your flower,

it will dry

in this untimely hour.

But you’ll ignore

It.

Like everything else

you’ve been told,

and taught.

And learned.

11-05-2003