i live in a town now that is populated by old fat ladies who by day, place little brightly colored yellow and turquise song birds in cages outside of lonely single apartment dwellings that smell of yesterdays thoughts and spiteful semen to catch the breeze that wafts across the placid lake that patiently accepts the sewage water from the town that collects at the bottom and maliciously bubbles to the top where it is released in vapors that supress the songs of the little birds sitting outside in cages. at night, roving bands of misinformed miscreants travel with surplus gasoline and if the moon reflects across the lake in such a way- they'll smash the window of a car and torch it right there- i can sit on the dusty porch and watch the flames grow higher and higher. here where i live by the lake.