there are ways and then there are no ways to make this wider or lay it waste a countrified page a landscaped country paged & thumb tacked to desperation old chasm glimmers green barbiturate death the care of the successful is indignation at the world. the calluses scream to heaven for revenge of one order or another but there are no ways there is no take out in that place only hell answers your late night calls months later as the weather has changed your appetite and your appetite has not changed the world a hell of a lot of bundles have shown up eagerly masterless, carefree & scrumptiously starved near death, the very image of western beauty collapses into Darfur death we will never learn you say or forgo another round