quiet drop of penc
cilled in your birth
day, but cinema
cilled in your birth
day, but cinema
tic swell, I
reached road
's end.
Hungarian poems, translated or written by mc losh. Read by you.
soft bronze copper layers tear apart
like cheap metallic finish paper;
real Inca relic in my mind appears
reeled in choleric magic 'cross
-- Darién; tarry in --
jungles fever leper care and never
better never care to jump on lever
sat; isfy the hunger never left in
sickness and in health
til better picked your wealth
of experience us do part, wealth
of experience to impart
in groceries of health and desire
you pick apart;
you pick a part.
for those who pretend are pretentious;
and those who discover discoverers.