never gonna see the outside of a jail again. the windshield cried.
now back at the casino for dinner. my brother and i sit outside on the patio, taking in the balmy evening air. people at bus stops and passers by look over.
now inside the disco next to vlad drakul who’s wearing a dress made of paillettes and bananas and asking visitors “who’s the chief here”.
now they love you, they pay your wages, and they keep you resemble a sort of clone of jakob grimm. seat thyself at the fire beside.
now large castle outside the gates of the town, where the king is also a lawyer. he seems like he eats hyacinths and tulips all day long. now jump about – and be very merry – and restless before the exit – talking about parliamentary privilege –