Befuddled crunches first – then mix coffee in pots
I see her freckles where you see spots
The vertigo from proximity signals love
Like a call, like a mission granted from above
But these are not fate; hormones rampage
I know this because no man in past that age
We skuttle we ski, we sip we soliloquy
Not much changes as far as I can see
If you can’t see it coming you ain’t got the oomph
The chutzpah of Euclid when he wrote those proofs
They said he was nuts, when Galileo claimed
the earth was not stationary; but still he was blamed.
Of late, thunderstorms are bred from random things
The kind the butterfly makes when it flaps its wings.