Deux Garcons Pour une Fille - April March

It's driving me crazy...this necropolis. I feel watched and dirty all the time. These nasty piles of the populous, Commit and resubmit the heinous crimes. Oh...

Under the trees On the ground There is space Beneath the leaves And bottles or needles The moonlit drinking Old and wet From picnics and eating And books in the

I read about a runaway Just on a pint of milk today And then I poured myself a glass And drank It made me think of Florida Miles and miles of oranges Vacationer