Ghost Towers Of Dream
Art by Norman E. Masters
Saturated with olive oil this chartreuse heat is glibly humoring the tipsy nest of white ants throwing a party under your armpits. Hardly a day given over to window shopping this luxuriant stickiness seems partial towards Panama hats or chilly Baroque bathtubs looking sharp on fuzzy blue rugs. Hotter trees along the boulevard are tuning up to ( O brave! ) yes, their insolent swaying laziness made famous by romantic dismay. & Lexington Bus Lines is wheezy with biddys & vocal with hearing aids. " I wonder what people look like in Omaha ? " Excellent day for a mirage, what!