To which path of destruction..

Surelely more vivid

Less extreme in stupid ways

To join the loafers on the beach

Mouths full of sand castles

It makes no difference

As a black soul

To join the barbarian women

In a spring of dropping violets

Please slap yourself silly

Rabbits run...

It is like the Day after Christmas..

A nowhere man in a nowhere land, not finding much, feeling a bit down on his luck, seeing ducks.