The toothmarks of some strange, majestic creature, you are a character from outer space with porcupine grace and I am in a cafe across the ocean, drinking coffee, in the light that is not night, like you are, a vampire bat that revels through my mind across the field near where was born a sheep, silent, in its fleecy trade- mark haste, o sheep fucker who loves me too, Linnaec, or like Linus from a Charlie Brown cartoon, great sandstorm cock of flight.
