the sun shoots up br and explodes like a rocket br last night's tears br still damp in his pocket br hair looks like he br stuck his finger in a socket br br but he don't bother to look for a comb br br he kisses her br forehead but forgets her name br he can't remember br what he called out when he came br it wasn't 'i love you' br but sounded just the same br br men say the dumbest shit when they're hip-deep in strange br br he swallows like br a man who has no throat br and recalls a lousy br little poem he wrote br and scribbles it br down to her in a short note br br before he scrapes together some change br br he almost told br her he'd see her later br but didn't want br to sound like a traitor br his favourite beer br is in the refrigerator br br and he needs a place he can call homebr br Rev. Dr. A.