no sleepy dog alley way

shall enter this scrupulous view

no callous scar face

nor his running up in disgrace

all dressed in dark disagree

stairs with no face

aim for dark visibility

lost in a brotherhood

of burning emptiness

there was a touch of vanilla

in a seamless evening gown

there were teamsters running

for more of the good stuff

in an honest effort

with an inherent immediacy

the pulse of breathing

this strange human air