Chicago Poem el train going where night is always. I' m pretty rational now dead part of me also part of a school . This moment in three black. One , his skin, licked by Hugo Boss cotton - carbon immaculate, sharp. A peacock blue late 50s pontiac basking outside the local brothel.
Spring is a grinning saboteur.
The airport is so clean. You hold your stomach, talk about nothing but radiotherapy. And even those few tears have a chemical taint. He now has turned his sites to the science fiction genre, with equally interesting results. When you think of science fiction, you may conjure up in your mind the stories of Asimov, Heinlein, where the blonde, square jawed hero saves the galaxy, and the girl from evil by his virture and trust lazer gun.