Dear Mr. Fantasy
From my best friend Mark

James Taylor in Chapel Hill
Batman in the dark

Europe I found fascinating
Asia has the rains

Paul Theroux from Boston
To Buenos Aires on the trains

The Catholic Church gives me gifts
And wounds me with its words

I sit in the brown chapel
St. Francis, have you heard?

           I'm a theonerd.

I shared some intimate details
Maybe Too Much Information

But I really was quite worried
For my truly threatened nation

Now she knows my talents
Now she knows my sins

So do unknown others
When will it begins?

She was just 16
When she first touched my soul

The memories endured
Her name, her hair: I'm old

But maybe I'm still young
White Nights at the beach

And maybe I have learned
What Jesus came to teach

I love her with my madness
I love and now let go

I miss her in the silence
And Silence is how I know

Her husband a professional soccer player
Her children swim with mine in the pool
                 Nicolaus Copernicus
                    My Polish wish
                        Exoplanets!

11:37 p.m.
Pink Floyd to Mark

My friend dear
Wish you were here!

Markson and terrificness
In isolation he writes of light

Flooding in New York city
But I'm not there tonight

Plato called it world soul
Freud the Unconscious

Jesus he was taken
To Pilate (the one called Pontius)

Rain on my window
Pain comes and goes

California has the sun
Maine has the snows

I wrote some intimate letters
Now others also knows.

More Cowboy conversation
37 years of interracial marriage
     Kansas to Chapel Hill

Wolfgang Pauli to Niels Bohr
Expecting to be rebuffed:

You probably think these ideas are crazy.


To which Niels Bohr:

Unfortunately, they are not crazy enough.