Where is the software?

 

 

                         Like the panda

                         We are private creatures

                         Romance flutters

                         With genitalia concealed

                         The heart is an emotion

                         Minus the blood vessels

                         An idea clicks

                         Brain cells run together

                         To form a rubic cube

 

                         From an unimpeachable source

                         The soul wears no clothes

                         Does not eat with a spoon

                         I wonder

                         Can it carry a tune?

 

                         Quick brain cells

                         Get them all together

                         The heart the liver etc etc

                         Run it through the computer again

 

 

                                                      Jack Mashman

                                                      1987