Straight out of high school Mick's uncle landed Mick and me second-shift jobs at a textile factory. I asked Mick what the company manufactured. Gigantic rolls of something, he said. From three until ... [+]
The question which wears
On my devoted mind.
How can you be so kind?
My heart flutters
But my brain sputters.
This pain you produce,
Leaves me too many clues.
This could be love,
But I have to shove
Away these drunken hopes.
You cannot be my pope.
You cannot be my savior.
I must change this behavior,
For if I don't change,
I will become deranged.
It's time to move on
From this forbidden bond.