Poem In the Style of Juan   A fading rose blooms in the moonlight

   as she who walks on lame legs dances

   The sun shines on my heart

   as the moon freezes its chambers

   Her eyes are stars but her light is fading

   A piping hot glass of iced tea

   burns her frozen digits

   Ugh, it's so hard writing a sophisticated nonsensical poem

   how does Juan do it?