the
oyster shack
and the 6 clam women -- with the clawed-out eyes and the tepid leg.
the jackal
barks
at the dead grass as your lover pours orange juice over the wound.
skyscrapers
spilling on an ocean
of hammers--
little gods in the making.
loveless creatures gasping out--
gasping in the vacuum.
''HAVE YOU STILL NOT READ THE GREAT GASTBY"?
''why
of course not''
bellowing out,
a smoke puff seeps into the room and the night-shade is drawn in ,and the whispers fade into years of faint nothingness
