I watch you walk away and wonder
Is it my own selfish pride...

I lay in bed preparing
for the looming long chill...

Like the flowing river
My thoughts seek their own level...

looker
hooker...

Hymie, don’t ask to dig clay
the sun shines all the day wide...

Part I - Defiant
My generation is known for our obsessing...

Cheeks of the devil’s own angel
smile like chubby rosy buns...

Mardi Gras
The floats rumble...

Great Moon, mounting globe, sacred Lunar
eucharist eye: portion for her feast...

Had I but a brush to paint all the world
capture each moment and every twist...

Like a recurring nightmare
I search for you in towns...

I never tired of my father's tales,
even if unsure to believe them...