washington factory

lost in the closets pinnochio?the eels and oil cans are surrounding you and little plumes of ostrich feathers are dancing on the roofs of brooklyn.who circles belfast and whistles at the late train?did the blondes carve out scarey faces in the walls of djibouti?i see one now on the orange horizon and she casts a glance at the broken fences and smiles to the flock of crows over the brown feilds of dead corn.is pinnochio a scarecrow?did he get the girl?is he flying over the red desert on a carpet and slaying the dragon from omaha?can i count the pennies?