The loafer loafs watched me carefully as I

puffed on the last of my strep-throat-flavored e-

cigarettes. I didnt think they seemed that
suspicious until we caughtem at the border of
their ability to control themselves said the
only officer in harms way. yew got a weigh
with werds doncha another officer responded
as he comedically unpacked my cyanide-
drenched sweet and salty sour cherry cig-
stash.

It was up to the cowards, and down to the

minute. Bottom of the 9th and basements were
over loaded. The station was like cattle candy
shepherd bakers getting their teeth pulled, and
it wasnt until morning that I was leaked back
to the press.

all the while I wondered, was it worth all the

hassle?

-Dave Jamie-Rameuseli
a.k.a Square Dave

(Excerpt from the poem Etudes des fleurs

botanique written in 1878)