Crow III

"he can't get away with by the time,

he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good boy;"

said man one. at a little before 5'oclock he when through

the basement. "yes or no!" d



Ed man two bantering humor dry in his throat.

"is there more than what sh e gave you?

" questioned man three as a growing flicker.

waved across his eyes. "no!

" the space surrounds constitutes a classic climate

this happens to now everyone in the room.

you feel traces a dying sound listen to the time of

your life. standstill panic stricken.

ringing the bells of a empty houses someone answers

and calls you, transfixed by committed you say "i ain't

no guillotine" the girl spoke from the doorway in her

rasping voice "what he wants is in the house" the words

hung there for a mo ment. bending forward she plucked

she plucked the ashes from his cigarette and said something

nobody could understand. nobody could understand,

nobody could understand. one moment of irritation you

call back "why me? " the vantage point above the stree t can be exhila

Rating falling back to a perspective odyessy.

a track of thunder. tower lust of decomposed intesity.

I am I am I am I am....