i dreamed of jellied toast
i saw the skull rinds of my generation sawed in half by stage magicians wishin' swishin' sashay among bones, day of the dead guanajato, 1947;
those curly majesticos: flame throwin' grave robbin' everlastin' gob stoppin' jotavida blues, orizaba 210 rememories the lucky knees of fate bent prostrate on the tarmac of her airstrip;
and that is a tub of bacon scubbed by dead hands dead men in tents on the tombstone telegraph; that you telemachus?
and there were dead men