I know they think I'm mad
My letters show my folly

But I'm not insane
I'm more like Salvador Dali

No, I cannot paint
I'm a poet like his friend Lorca

I resist the American fascists
I'm for albino whales and orcas

Spain is a mystical land
With my main man from ol' La Mancha

He dreams Impossible dreams
For women who do not yet want ya

A love that's distant, pure, and chaste
Spiritual like Plato

Just might live forever
As with his divine Phaedo

I too have these feelings
For two women not my wives

I sent them intimate poems
Does love like these survive?

                      From 1985?