Even Letters

fire in Santa Barbara again rain here I go to the theatre I go to everything I like it even if it isn't good not jazz football tv what else does anyone do complaining never helps do what you like I don't forgive you but it doesn't matter I didn't see Ann's punctuating gestures happy to know were made and in the end we will all be nothing words come apart again even letters forgotten eyes unsee the finest art existed and we knew it at the time