SCIENCE OF THE JAMBS
I spent years pursuing truth
Tracking facts down lineal paths
Logic
Inter-subjective testability
Now I turn to beauty
And telling lies
Ideas, odd
To jog thoughts
Or dialog
My two cultures in contact
Rub
Dollars drive our words!
Poets do whatever to survive
Their words? Usually a surprise
Society's heavy weight
Dictates adaptivity!
Until an artist's gene pokes through
To disrupt history
Find that best environment
To help you write!
I am equally awed
By the road
And by my own backyard
Rub
A genie's mist
Creativity's subtleties
The many ways we interact
The terse power of economy
And how the words I evolve
Once ensconced out there
Evolve me
In here.
DRK
8/26/12
5/1/15
