the loneliest bicycle in Montreal

the van's indifference burned like coals of fire.

Pinocchio Dellemorte

a lie is certainly a death

All the accordions one day will bloom...

a forest of free floating frequencies 

Make a joyful noise

the cops are watching...

30 Canadian dollars???

for free I'll stay out here by the fountain...

where is the straight path? the way from delights and distraction

to quiet unknown truth

free from thought, the flight ends and bends

and the pavement leads the dead in Detroit to new heights beyond sights and seeing,
 to places of prayer and super being.