When the wind stops blowing, When the World stops rolling, When the darkness
is light and the sun stops showing. When the silence is loud and the loudness
is silent. When the wind stops blowing, When the world stops rolling.

Ok, so this short poem isn't too bad (keyword: short). Since I have to bowl tonight, I keep parsing 'blowing' as 'bowling'... then I try to put 'blowing' in the context of 'blow job', and it becomes much funnier. In a followup email from this person, s/he writes:

I wrote that peom myself it moves me in a way its heart touching.

Which makes me think that the person didn't really write the poem alone. ".. in a way its heart touching."??? What the hell does that mean? Anyways, I think the poem is about oral sex at a bowling alley, and I'm sticking with that!