Jackrabbit at dawn
standing still, not suspecting
that he has been made

The news show ends, the
horrible music begins--
Public Radio!

If Siva comes to
recycle my soul, give my
wife back the nickel

Sacred Cows make the
best burgers, but sour grapes press
into shitty wine

Moving now with a
wheelchair, Ravi Shankar's
fingers still take flight

Still transcendent and
whimsical, Donovan comes
singing songs of love

Moonlight imparts a
strange and terrible wisdom
to the sunflower