the He in a room or sitting on a chair in a café. cigarette ash that piles up with every cigarette that is smoked with every thought that has graduated. how silly. in a room or sitting on a chair in a café. bars are lonely, parks are lonesome. lonely walks in the parks. there are few parks. the he in a single room or sitting nervously on a plastic chair in a ripoff café bar. there are too many like him. as he does not know it there is someone just like him right under his nose. just as pretentious. just as wise and possessed with prolific creativity. someone will get somewhere before He does. He's at home, in a library, not reading but beating. He's at home in a condition. His eyes are closing with every cigarette and cup of vodka. someone will get somewhere before He does.

We sit by the river slating the Roman empire, painting the ships and their artistic drive, living artistically.

His eyes are closing with every cigarette and cup of vodka. someone will get somewhere before He does.