I.
Watch...

Then came the last days of May
the vigil of the great sun jester is over...

Hard hot metal turns to soft flesh breathing,
the sultry whisper purr of the saxophone...

When the harsh reality
is laid open to the bone...

Maybe the reason
i want you so badly is because...

Blue is the colour
of his kind...

Awaken to a day
that is all paint-by-number...

...

1.
the day was a leonard cohen song...

Academia is dead
and the street poets rule...

We were drinking one Friday night
in a tacky bar in Ukachuk, Nebraska...

With you
every year is magic and wonder...