The view from the corner is as
clear as the taste of water. Every
possible variation of the idiot is in
my sights, in this room. Balding
circus acts, ego-looney leather jackets,
clean-cut ruby lips, shoe polish noose
machines, neon sign vegas losers,
southern pride hypocritic double flag
wavers, name tag bleeding nipple piercings,
banana cream New Jersey cheesecakes,
laminated fish-hook fingerprinted smiley facelifts,
teenage quitting Richard Nixon witnesses, hair
splitting headache takers, wall street journal
loli-poppers, and long haired artistic french
junked out coffee poets.