"I call this next poem 'My Pain'."

No, this is not a warm-toned painting of one of the Dutch masters, its a funky British photo of The One Called Paul reding to old people in a marble-walled pub. This event happened last week, across a very large body of water. He will be crossing said body of water to visit T.O.C.E in Iowa purty soon. I plan to mock him toute suite. Yeah, I speak French. Go fudge yourselves.