MYSTERIES OF THE
I wind up standing here in my stolen
venture. Just staring out, to wonder,
now, where I've been. The piano-roll
is gone, and the church-key the big-wigs
have lent me has gone missing too. It seems
I can't do anything right. The newspapers
mis-quote me, and then they correct the errors
again incorrectly. How does it all count for
anything? I don't know. I'm standing in the
wind at Sea-Bright, looking forward to an
intimidating day at the death's head casino;
listening to Roy Orbison, and the
sounds of the lakefront wedding.
Our lady, Queen of the Sea.