Here's an electric brain
So labelled "An Electric Brain"
It cares for nobody. Today
Machines are the horses
Regaling around the square.
Throngs applaud. 2 or 3 thousand
Years ago you said you loved me.
You said you were 13. Babe, stranger things
Are coming thru the moments in between.
Have you ever felt totally clazy?
Have you ever thought about that, seriously
Without breaking up, completely
Suspicious? Whose work are you using
When you turn on the light?
Who minds the coal
Which gives the power
To heat and light your room?
Who grew the cotton? Who made
The sheets? The blankets for the bed?
All organisms, it is clear
Have a certain number of needs.
Your number is 17. In exchange for this
Each one of us has his own sort of work & worry
Whatever it is. This is true
For most of us, if not all.
Thirsty millions can't be wrong.
Have you ever wondered about that?
It never ceases to amaze
"An Electric Brain"
But our time, er, era, it's too short
For that. We wish
To leave our blues "to home" and go
Where that ephemera
Among the pleasanter objects
Of our everyday life:
A clear skinned beauty,
One utility desk lamp,
The psychic aura of a simple rock,
A soldier beetle walking across
The petals of a button blazing star,
The stars. They're ageless.
We're 22. We want to tell you all about it