creating

confetti
        from the freres

in the alley
the blowtorch reminder

selling his memory

for fried eggs and a poulette

Je bois de biere
sur le bord du mer 

a few spilt rifle shells
in the cabin

and many many many
antlers

nailed to the tree outside

driving the mercedes to

sit and remember how boring it is

listening to her complain
about the weather