Bald* like an eagle when born
Loud like a war has begun
Hot like lava from a volcano
Warm like an apple pie
sweet like the tears in my eyes
sour like buttermilk
solf like a *quilt
This is me all of these thing and i will remain the same
even from all this pain.

I could hear each splash of sweat dripping on the table...
my hand felt so dry; the young girl took the lifeless solf vascular dollar
from my sun harden hand, and handed me a transparent glass with
four frozen cubse of ice, and warm lemonade...