"Could heaven incarnate
Victor Lazlo to welcome me?"
The strange not-moo-cow musk-ox watches me die.
"How do they grow anything in all this water?"
The rice paddy hushes my wounds.
"Where is Alice?"
The smell of not-life is here.
"I have lost the road and the fire."
Mmmmm, lemon grass.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
"Private Thoughts in Olive Drab"
at 3:45 PM