forgive me, but these people waltz towards a bottle of cheap champagne in the night of unpaid electric bills - a mantle of glory for my shivering sorrow's treatise on the inane fiddler's melody of forgetful answers, while droplets of unseen sweat bring on the tide of love to wash away beach words and extra pillows before U.S.S. "Fuck!" cruises by... 9.5.98