the edible equations the crumble calculations the sticky situations pretty girls at their lockers- I tied flowers to combinations hoping for some recognition mackay and turner mr s respectively taught me how to swear when the principle left the room a place for fascination even when accused of stalking a house where so much more went on than glazed talking some of the sheep were singers some were painters I chased a red black brown and blonde one until the administration tracked me down they filed my teeth to the flesh wishing caused me stress one doorway led to Greece the world of Bosch and sooty streets one gate opened onto love esteem and sex the final unrolled a boundless highway mirroring the sky with official document crumpled in hand I waved goodbye and ran