i knew a man, granted he was a schizophrenic,
who said, ken, you have seen a great light,
but remember life is a paradox,
he gave me a bible that weighed a ton,
his name was john.
today i shall write poems till midnight,
poems of love, poems of hate, poems of betrayal,
poems of sadness, poems to butterflies, to jazz,
to sex, and poems to john.