The burned leaves are gathering. Somebody get me a fake beard. How dark clouds are reflected in bath room mirrors. I'm the reincarnation of Fatty Arbuckle. My father just painted your champagne glass.
Rhythms are for drawing, sucker.
My red ink does The James Brown. We are the lessons the blind teacher underlines. Lint Storms are rushing. The desert forest loses its shade. Why my best words can't be saved for strangers.