sitting in
a country cafe
right down
salina way
i met the girl
of my dreams
oklahoma
red clay
wichita
highway
ride the
rail on
down
to
santa fe
nincompoop
sailor donuts
into the thicket
i saw it crouching
evolution mutant forming
lage on the prowl
bananas to the beast
embrace as though you chance
the blunder of her noon her sultry moon
in the morning mist like a painting of
old ireland