;rowd and back to the stage while 1ch or wink at a patron. Working Ler money for the night, working Then the music begins to take off v notes, Rose stops in a theatrical es her arms out as though she is to the air above our heads. :aken a single shot. My Minolta is nd shoot. Later, when I am alone ie into being. Rose's chin is raised an enormous smile on her face. :l the edges of multiple bills spill 1dent against the darkness of the . In the moment, the photograph ath the flawless makeup. Rose has nee is cheering for a little boy she rsfunction and spent much of his The audience senses this tonight Glint Stamatouicb &a.stern ~pit i. I'm sore on you, babe, sores on your back some, And to feel that chicken spine move, shiver; It is enough outta you, hush, Hume, hum, Here comes force to glove its gripped deliver, How stupid is a reptile de-functioned, Exhausted knowledge gonna knead, gonna Drool sum, and scare the girls away (junk some Anyway), we'll stay, girl-say, you hanga' Louise, we've gotta getta ol' John-boy's- He's got completion in the universe And we need this answer, babe, through the noise­ Delved in the void, dead, spent, black in the purse; The car crashed head first before John-boy's joint; No remains, development, or sharp point. ii. So, off made some plate went Vincent, his dear Catherine,­ shut up the ass-good, too, all colours bright, say, John boy took the ghost's green clay and found essential sugars to gust up a silver son's dirty hair, shorn and open, his eyes shot in the clear castle sky, let's go to the cave, boys, lets' leave the girls a mutiny and we'll find a way; bellies full of bubbling green bile, got off foot loosely and found the first floor of the yard- couple a yeast and ferms later and the small boy is done, say, we had the babe-lass, pigeon-toed, take him-she took 93 him well; now, then, down the spiraled, bleak, black metal, down the kids hiccuping awfully, down the way; dark now, second, shitting and romanticizing John boy's self to sleep, left burned in the throat the fire of bottles that nearly broke in snarls­ the wench a cur, ha, o, with breasts far too small, she found some English drab and hummed sum American tune, but, say, she was hot and red, boy, asking for our bottle, and, hm, Vincent pleading to have not carried her nation's ghost­ where she took no an answer; before the babes in the basement that bartered for tobacco, too young, far too young, but found someway; kids fingering themselves in booths blotted out of slurred, peripheral sight, light outside by the bright American glow, now just, ha, Vincent and John boy and a sore inclination for full lungs, up by Prazskj brad, wat, turned the corner for the cobble and found a murked room, Japanese goblins peering out through the cracks, o, of consciousness hoisted up by Vincent's cat-in-wall, 94 came close, comically, through bar! and on porcelain-Chinese-Ameri1 porcelain-the girls, the two, laughing, poking fun, at the whole, the whole while, singing stupid American pop, soda rotting the hind teeth, ha, and colours came bearing smell and touch; the letters smack some sense hard and mean and cold when the stones broke the wet wasteland and stairs that led to warmth cradled babies that fell under dream some hours early, care and huff and kiss each other in bright rooms, Vince led that way; but the old-man-bag who outwardly stood in protest of the open restaurant (never feeding, mind him, those mouths of pork and beef and goulash), Es no restaurante, he sez, 'panish? 'talian? Surely- Breathing hard and slow; sheets heavy and hot, in noway; say, o, this a last hurrah! running, unclad, shared, and fat to the yup's sink to spit-up and laugh and talk and, god, trip- found that spit-up in the mouth of the sleeping where the sisters follow the boys' night along iii. English babes have mouths that yaw1 came close, comically, through bars and on porcelain-Chinese-American porcelain-the girls, the two, laughing, poking fun, at the whole, the whole while, singing stupid American pop, soda rotting the hind teeth, ha, and colours came bearing smell and touch; the letters smack some sense hard and mean and cold when the stones broke the wet wasteland and stairs that led to warmth cradled babies that fell under dream some hours early, care and huff and kiss each other in bright rooms, Vince led that way; but the old-man-bag who outwardly stood in protest of the open restaurant (never feeding, mind him, those mouths of pork and beef and goulash), Es no restaurante, he sez, 'panish? 'talian? Surely- Breathing hard and slow; sheets heavy and hot, in noway; say, o, this a last hurrah! running, unclad, shared, and fat to the yup's sink to spit-up and laugh and talk and, god, trip- found that spit-up in the mouth of the sleeping where the sisters follow the boys' night along iii. English babes have mouths that yawn, 95 come to dance before moon beam, native to the rooted shoe, the old yups come here to die- sand that grits between piers on cold-sore construction; spotted spiders beneath each girder still in part of the quick light, boys' feet smaller than their northern dates, mar the Turks, see, that see the gray hair more than their brothers see their mothers, and squint-eyed young man found his, in the American brew, (bastard, call him) her lips fat from clasp, sour, little plum, to the free sprawled chandeliers that 'loominate softly children in the height, crooked teeth and slighted sight- the expanded smiles come from landed, light-toed, sweet legs, but the dreams of the German pilot stay still apart; he filed aimlessly into cobblestone, barraged in pattern near golden raised stair-cased homes, a fountain robbed stately by eastern thieves with string and weight­ their get-up broke hands when the longer touched the guards' change- St. Vitis and his cock saw Honey through her dress, maybe blue, borrowed a note from the shallows of proper French, you are pretty, petty silk, the cock sit proper and right, there it comes! but too late, disappeared under the oak steps clogged in cobble, beat in shade, gone where rifles of goats and mortars laid 96 .Qian Garuin ~ometijillJl of tije Lonel