At 1,545 metres,

before the winter jip.and

beneath the precipitous bluff,

how private and brutal can you be?
In my dreams

in this train.to

Insomnia City

(the night after the night before)

rolling down the hill.with

Sally with the one plait,

Sarah,

seagulls,

shaggers,

she wishes she was kilned into china.but

the girl with the two boys,

the happy batchelor.and

the mad man in the park.doc

all end at the year of broken things.