Epistemology

5-11-06 poem from my college days



she had on a long face
& i had a temperature of 103.5
my feet hurt
my intelligence was waning
& i was beginning to sweat
profusely in a lot of places
she was very erotic
& my head was thumping
i wanted to have a good stiff
drink with her
& set our lives in order
i was a little jammed
in the cerebrum
she was so tall
& her face made my temperature
go up another notch and a half
105 on the nose
i was hot
i had the fever
& all these little creeps began
to gather around us
& interrupt our opening move
so i stumbled out to the cafeteria
& began to prepare for epistemology class
but inside my gears never stopped
grinding
as i tore into my coffee &
croissant


RLG copyright 1984