With Illustrations by

Grace Frances Marlier, James Quill,

Olaf Mary & S. Sandrigon

Saga of Jenny

I had never felt this style of pain, with no paranoia & no worries.It was during the year I was dating a woman named LouseraComasquerapes. We were necking in the corner accompanied by the mariachiband, Los Sphincteres.Somewhere an identity was altered,Luckily, the thief's violin sonata was deterred,So, tone-deaf, my ego faltered,Hiding behind the drapes in God's mansion, here we go, theenemy of the future escapes.In the end, Lousera was too busy for me, waiting for her savior:Perhaps it was his dipsomania or the crypto-syringe which heldhim up.Bicycling across the ocean floor, past millions of species &ravaging war,His name is called Terrific,His rat-ass is less specific, A cowboy deep in the Pacific,Her bus-stop bench is worn down, after his journey, he couldnot have smelled equipped.

I remember Lousera Comasquerapes, she was my grandest lover, a wild beast:In high 1995 outfits, we would take to the clubs, like the bawdy eclectic.I haven't seen her in two years, a child is born, the wings of a swallow at least, And where is Jenny thru this to-do?She's smiling in San Francisco, Warm & curing a missing flu. And we were dancing upon the throne of days, green-faced & ecstatic, anticipating the phone to click.