In Denver, Colorado grown and raised, in the laboratory’s where I spent most of my days; flippin’ switches, linkin’ gadgets, mixin’ potions so neat makin science discoveries that couldn’t be beat. Then a couple o’ dudes who were bein’ so rude started talkin’ smack about…

This is not a love poem to a person. I have left many of them behind, and none of them have chosen to stowaway in my heart or mind or otherwise to be remembered. This is not a love poem to the home I left…