Hi, Dro

each thing living on Murdth ‘sorbs water chiefly wet backards of arid- zona an’ the holmby hills’ chlorine romp ponds drawing the scant as blue blood for the thirsty altar as a mercedes to the mccam bridge carwash on la cienega for the hundreds…each living thing like coke water classic from botswaniam pools It’s the real thing walking miles like dropdeadery girl camels for a drink sugary & refreshing like rape…we miss the nyc streetsweepers for the bristletanks nosing & hosing down street- sleepers in the dross It’s a lawn time in the ‘burbs between iced long island teas cold as charity water from their potable portalets…to scorches of torrid pachyderms ...global conflict wars for water not indeed be in the solution!... elephant you say tnaphele say I to your circus mind say is that your real nose bulbous red like a churl beyond the watering hole drunk frolic’d sunned an’ bathed with the peaceable kingdom not less than once have you been to thought fraught thirst to ‘nother trunk? H.e.m.-H’H. 12.15.MMxi. ST