People with money but no fortune or stomach for the life of an albatross, watch him soar on self-made wings, fetch the dingy redness of morning's first catch with a long necked bottle...
To sit arrayed and task consumed by the edge of a window, the world as fire stepping free of winter's stain, jutting fingers of light to a basement ledge then allowing their...
On twin tails of a comet penguin men polka dot the night - - - waddle white suits past pale the white Empress Night, flickering graveyard stars - -a pitcher of inky black...