I've lost my virginity to science,
an asshole who knows the art of chemistry,
wish once that people would know
how the trees look in fall
or the sky during a midmorning walk,
yet still hold the intrinsic value
of understanding an loving the miracle
that is how it works and why

smell of a leather couch
lost alone in thoughts elusive
even as knowing the feel of my soul
is the same as the cow that died
after whinig good bye to his children
to who the brevity is an eternity

I know the fading feeling of life
and what its pleasures allude to
yet me, consumed in this pursuit of knowledge
intellect lost to most
and dirty, in a frenzy, messy,
I want a bovine mind,
the deliberately simple worth comleteness