Heavy eyes and brain booze-addled again in a world of magic and tragic ends of meandering man-made waterfalls forged like talent captured by sellout crowds who can define this life of ours by hours of whores and bores and the money honey exchange among the tyranny of bleak bloodshed that will not dwell in the lap of melancholy beauty surrounded by well wishers and sentiments from another year with golden-haired princes arriving at her shore covered in the wretched stink of desperate designer perfume and the unyielding cool of boundless possibilities bound like bosoms in a black brassiere of politics and pendulums that govern brave brains who dare produce light from the electric shock of the fragile mind which beckons like Ahab and Hemingway to chase the invincible Mexican goddess thrashing about in the evening surf amidst the terrible stench of decaying print smothered in hibiscus to kiss the harsh minds and terse verse of a curse cast upon a pallet of pure blond beauty in a pale cocktail dress studying Picasso to haunt the conversations of a gumshoe in the grand auditoriums lit by the rich and humble to inspire a moist cloud on a hot, sticky day to pause and pray for what you want most at the very moment you realize you have it and can only contain it like a firefly burst in a plastic pail or a forlorn sail in crisp circles gauged by a synthetic count of days and dollars and hollers market wide within the great tombs of our construction, where lie great poets and words that dare strike out for new pastures and artificial putting greens atop the magnificent waste of euphoric good taste and the wonder of when it might end among the notion that it only now began.