last drinks at the
friendship bar evanescence
is my pashmina no apology
for the lack of a biography
anyone could see it
coming runes in the fettuccini
is one way of looking at it i
suppose all the decades of
romping in the hay production
figures never disputed now it’s
time to leave the wagon to
serenade its own wheels how
black the glossy stars this enchanted
evening mario stranger than anything you
could call terrestrial bow ties