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"This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." - Dorothy Parker
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Half-past Ten after Wallace Stevens The city uneased by red lights, buses. They are not covered in gems. The bus driver will not greet, saying tra-la-la . The fare is not two trout; small birds are not allowed on board, the riders won't dream of tiny talons, smooth grey bellies, hear their two-note song. Though, twice a woman drifts off after having far too many quinces, quacks at the macaque's wit.
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