for michael

i am at fault for how it ended/ i think i just drove you dog-weary/ perhaps, it was the galleria that was the last straw/ but i ask you/ do you know anyone else who would rent that place to put on a party and throwing images at the wall long before it was ever done anywhere/ now, who would do that, having clipped our wings/ you, on your south pacific island is no surprise/ a millstone is a distance, too/