(Even the birds read ***** politics and would rather hold wings to a drastic shift in light as appeared thru the nest and branches so connected with foggy earth & Even the jesters who's knees ache with Lost children resolve to speaking Poems to the Forest who have not forgotten June's princely fever & Even the cynical italian officer Who's briefcase molds behind his arched Brittle spine can relate to the fullness of His daydream & Town Hall accounts for each passing hour & Taxicab antlers offering welcome thru its veiled windows do keep the radio of India praying)
I am finding more and more used condoms on the carpet of anonymous rooms/
But at least the refrigerator is stocked with Wine!