Take note
of the date
of birth (the
infant squeals).
This could
just be a
case of
queer love
at the cele-
brity divide,
he joked to
himself. Be-
ing himself,
he joked, a
lover, not a
fighter. He
joked. Put
the kibosh
(he did) on
hallucino-
genics be-
cause of
the scream-
ing angels.
Always,
the ang-
els, scr-
eaming!
At last, be-
ing once
a sheep,
the word
he felt was
reborn. The
scorn I feel
is the waste
of time
it took
to get
here.
