Walking tentatively, in fact. No phone calls
but on the brink of some serious sewage.
I’m so funny I lost myself on enough of an
edge. The singles assail, each of whom,
slighly unavailable. I go to Hong Kong
and Vietnam at midnight, say, for example,
Saturday night. But I learned how to walk
in Oz. Now we’re at the zoo. After that,
it was a nice party til I leapt at the L-Train.
Next up: pine needles and bassist fashion.
