In the war, now out the army.Got to get the crib, got to get the gig.Town to town and scene to scene.Is there pursuit? Of what?Of whom by whom and why?And to what end?

In situ as in Bourdain's "Kitchen Confidential," Orwell's "Down And Out In Paris And London;" of down-beat Bukowski bent, in sweat-drenched Freudian dream.

That space between awake and sleep.In what we call a dream.To hit you hard and stand you up.Call it fact or fiction.