Many things are not right;
bearing the brunt of lifting
the light from light so that
spot lit dark 'till morning;
I put three types of drugs
into the head sack, that
was a hard way to make it
to lunch; that a pig-headed
Orpheus who knew the rules
did not care about the rules;
that is a lot of ring to fit
"under the white glove;"
that one-step-up Cabletown
was a scant improvement
yet contractual. (Yes, I could
have know it's fuller extent
if that is so right a thing. Yes,
the parallel lines slathered
in bright red paint. Yes, the
waste-chest compact 'till
white rind is 'exhausted,'
in the 'Shanti Shanti Shanti,'
that is the orient reoriented
to big ovular teeth, nearly
all of them, "very excited
to have made it here," "
Really, Very excited to have
made it all the way here.")
