Let me comb these moments back
(not one out of place)
Not one in a place apart
I am not normally one to share my heart.

Archetype that I am!
Confined to simple pleasures
And simple measures
Four notes to a bar
(For notes, in a bar)
Have I taken this too far?

Just give me a moment to think
Solve limits as I approach zero
Dissolve small pills in a glass of water
And approach the slaughter
With amused distaste. (but how we must make haste!

I amass great piles of words
And sort them into jars
Carefully catalogued
In something like a spice rack
Perhaps one day I�ll bake.

Oh just a moment to think!
I�d trade the girls and the
Flickering. The news abridged and
Tickering. I hear the war is going well
But how is one to tell?
I hear the war is going well
From this hotel.
But mostly just the singing
Of the bed springs.
And there�s the thing.

This explosion, or that explosion
The slow plod of wind erosion
The taciturn corrosion or the whims of my emotions
The orgasm and the idea
Each a limit
Approaching infinity or zero,
But which is which
And how am I to tell?

(JUST A MOMENT TO THINK!)

The rhythm of the logarithm
(Archetype that I am!)
The limit of my limits
(But how am I to tell!)
The syllogism of my jism.
(Logic puzzle that I am!)
Something to think or something to do

The piano in the corner
Holds mostly old books and magazines
A picture or two.
I sometimes wonder if it�s still in tune, but
Archetype that I am,
How am I to tell?