apon veiwing niagra, niagra -- blessed be those with controlled tongues for they shall inherit this land of opputunes it sounded as if someone was playing guitar plugged in the back room just a few picked strings and it sounded like God's creation playing along to an untuned one speaker radio the one you had with the snapped antenna and in that room there are cigarette boxes taped to the ceiling and inhabitants try to pick out pictures of men in the cigarette box artists schemes because you have naver seen clouds i once knew a five star cook allergic to sunlight always silently making me sad and fortunate but it wasn't hard to find him the girl i once had had a hate hate relationship with food, i guess they would never get along but their bodies would surely make small talk between disorters and all he could trade her a "kind" brownie for a day in the falling sun and they could both get baked i wonder... do the internal dysfunctions we create take backburner to the one's forced apon us? like my marriage to alcohol like my aniverseries with pained poetry recenty i was asked the whereabouts of my wisdom earned venue and i in turn asked when they had lost thier vision someone in the backroom was picking out new testaments and ralph ellison was in the den writing with nothing under his bandaged hands the telivision was proclaiming entire cultures with stomaches bloated with air somewhere in wyoming a fence is strewn with florists in niagra, falls. she, thought she was all over her mirror he, magnified ants on the sidewalk at one in the morning i know that there are empty bottles of newcastle strewn about the floor of the room tld nov. 13. 1998