Paul had a long night vision of

How the lines blurred and the images beloved

And big time beats us up and beats us down.

Never mind the cartoonish clown

Taking the hits to new world records

As the therapist listens and takes notes of the words—

Sad stories as they always sound—

Meaning more or less at the ones lost and found

Arguing about this is my right and that is your wrong.

God knows it’s all too human the song

Of songs turning into a broken old

Record label of history and fantasy sold

In highly digestible form

As a classic case of coldness versus warmth.

by An Xu 3-31-20