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, a backyard boat   signed at the bottom with this quote:   (#4 North Shore) a cape may address   your new one I guess   'all's well in hell and all here's hoping'   she sends kisses   some signed 'with Love, Beth oooooo xxxxx'   she sends kisses   same old beth - some signed 666   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 w/ 'Hope & Hearts' - ripped right open   she sends...   but I'm corrupt - I wrote back good luck