Ten tons against me and you've gone
I put your favorite records on
And sit around
It spins around
And you're around again

Struck dumb while drugs run at how-high reeds
Cue every memory at half-speeds

Just like Charles, hold-me-downs, I'm coming sounds
Cut crap, who's filling shoes like these anymore?

She sends kisses. I know it’s hard
Hope this card helps you

Past clumsy crushes beneath Thrill Pier
Hopes pinned to poses honed in men's room mirrors

A sophomore at Brown
She worked Lost & Found
I put your face on her all year

Five rows of photos when you wrote
Of posed you, dressed blue, a backyard boat

Signed at the bottom with this quote:
"Number four North Shore", A Cape May address
Your new one I guess "All's well in Hell and here's hoping'