What can one say of this OKC stint?
The Red Buds are nice. The Village, my present barrio, has all that one would desire within a mile or two radius, save for hills, streams, and unmolested natural beauty, not to mention my wife and unborn daughter, Lydia. I would give anything (almost) to meet a person of like mind, drench conversation in dark coffee, share a few controlled muscle spasms on an instrument of choice, or breath in the air of an untainted intellectual environment. The fantasies of man in exile.
Peace, how scarcely you visit the fringes of this world
Ribbons of incestuous thought bind its inhabitants
Wound tight like the corset of a whore.
Where is Elliot's Red Rock,
David's Secret Place, to hide from the bastard creatures of our Days?
The Sun's Darkness and the Moon's Blood suffocates the heavens above.