Genesis A sanguine fruit of passion slipped off its lofty perch Upon my sleeping head it fell jarring me out of my dream of apes A plate of heavenly equations floated by me with a side of gravy-laden mashed gasses Hungry I reached out to sup my mid-day's meal But this primordial soup would not be held by my holey spoon Beget and begat I spit and I spat The aroma of spoiled juices rose from that half-eaten carcass fallen Starving and by instinct I ravaged the remainder Potential sin dripped from my slackened jaws sated Toxins seized control of my self-will Evil's molecular structure double-helixed my DNA In Newton's magic does Darwin delight with Babylonian pleasure Beware! The path to God Cannot commence In drug-induced visions - Amphetamine dreams refined From the sugar-sweet fields of America's homegrown Cain ---3 September 1995---
