The poems prove my pain
My reading. Lonely teardrops.
She talks about moving to Spain
Once flew me to London for Christmas Eve

Our theologies are all broken
Don't make any sense
Let us rise and go hence
Mike told me the truth about Steve

The Buddhists break logic
Not gonna understand this wild world
Man, that Tokyo snow!
Me at the dance with my girl

I like the Episcopal churches
The pretty one is what she said
Dr. Cynthia Eby
Milton, Dante, the Dead

      Fezzick, are there Rocks ahead?