and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor
filled with the sounds
and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes
on a long train ride
going somewhere
and other times you know disjointed discourses
with merriment
and her sister jubilation
god bless her
and what would be the point if it made any sense
and i hope you’re having an exquisite fall or autumn
and breathing, a little
just of the the smell of it
entonces
su amigo y compadre greg(orio)
