BELIEVING IS SEEING Like a London sleuth we sight unseen glean the truth: this world is curled in whorls of ruth, forsooth, forsooth, forsooth. I once loved a girl from Duluth she made a great show of being uncouth, but all the while she was stealing my youth, pouring it into her gin like vermouth. Now I sit in this wretched booth tonguing my very last wisdom tooth. Christ, it hurts. Mike Geary Memphis