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?      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      From five rows of photos when you wrote   Of posed you, dressed blue, in a backyard boat   And at the bottom with this quote:   (#4 North Shore) a Cape May address   Your new one I guess   'All's well in hell and here's hoping'      She sends kisses   Some signed 'with Love, Beth O's and X's   She sends kisses   Same old Beth   Some signed 6's   Our shore town knockdown sure was fun   yeah, white trash, what have you   I fired replies back gun by gun   past Seven Wrecks I read your four answers: 1. your move 2. I'm tres involved 3. move on 4. love, Beth   I walk it down   this tourist town   'just thought I'd' calls   just friends   she sends kisses   and all at once back doors blow open   she sends.... in envelopes stamped with 'Hope & Hearts' - ripped right open   she sends...   but I'm corrupt - I wrote back good luck