Marky Mark and John C. Reily are about
to release an album of songs featuring
the saxophone. I hear God sing in my head
sometimes and I don’t know how. Bob Dylan, too.
I hear them sing, “I couldn’t see how you could
know me.” Apparently he believed her, huh?
I hear people wonder how I can live with
or without cable T.V. It’s not easy.
I hear horns in traffic on streets too busy
for three PM on a Wendesday. I just want
apple pie in the Village. And strong coffee.
And ice cream. Is that too much to ask of Her?
I hear people tell me, “I just don’t get it.
How can you believe in something you don’t see?”