Last night I walked
Venetian alleyways
With Frank Zappa
I told him I needed
More
Creative
Friends
He laughed
And
Telepathically
Told me
That was sad
He took my hand
As we strolled the streets
His long black hair
Brushed back in the warm wind
We then
Stopped
At
An old wooden door
He knocked
The door opened
And
He
Was
Gone