I offer you lean streets
desperate sunsets
the moon of the jagged suaerbs
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow the central heart
that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams
and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities
I offer you explanations of yourself
theories about yourself.
authentric and surprising news of yourself