I, the dead man sleepwalking, Grindin through mugs of Folger's, While Poppin No-Doz as my fingers tremble. Eyes pulse to the beat Of books, thicker than the Torah, Dancing the tango with the Hardy - Weinberg theorem. Watson and Crick, The ambiguously boring duo Fucking the Virgin and Cornholing God. And as redwood ages on, The condom lies drying In the wastebasket.