Found art

With the influx of new stuff coming in everyday in the form of wedding presents, Kia and I have been doing a lot of cleaning out of closets and the basement. Going through an old box, I came across this poem that Paul Koch wrote for me. If you know Paul, you'll see that it's very...Paul. I love it. Also, it was typed on a typewriter, which adds some sort of...I don't know what.

"On the Departure of Aaron Bonner-Jackson from the National Institute of Mental Health"

The evening wanes...yes?
The sunlight stains...no?...
... the teary eyes of Bonner-lad?

Mister Doctor Jackson, Aaron Bonner dash --
Would you say that you are very sad,
Somewhat sad,
A little sad,
Not sad at all to leave this place?
To join the race?
This NIH?
This house of miracles?
This little world...
This helpful little world...
This seat of science,
Where brain meets brain,
And mind meets mind,
And with one another they entwine
To answer the Sphinx,
Or at least
To find a dopaminergical link
To his genes.
That would do, don't you think?

Look now, sir, across your lands.
What ist?
The bugs are glowing.
The fence is growing.
And building ten -- it winks goodbye --
That big red cyclops eye.
On Thursday-next, you know, it will cry.
Big red rolling tears will fall from the roof to the floor
And stain the revolving door.
Tears of human-rodent blood,
Tears of fears of death,
Bucket-fulls of failed potions,
Tortured brain-fulls of bizarre delusions
Streaming scarlet from the door,
A river now of tears and gore,
The fabled healing waters of Bethesda!

But what seems so black is often bright;
Where one man falls the other must light.

And on this frothing mess of science
Our Bonner-lad must set his craft
And sail south beneath the night.
A hope in the moonlight.

Goodbye! Good luck!
What will he find?
Who will he be?
I ask him now with teary mien,
Who will win, the brain or he?