A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, br this whiskey tastes like California br but is Kentucky, br like Berkeley where he truly worked at it br but nothing broke all night—no fires—one dawn, br crowding his luck, br br flowed down along the cliffs to the Big Sur br where Henry Miller's box is vomit-green br and Henry bathed in sulphur br lovely, hot, over the sea, like Senator br Cat, relaxed & sober, watery br as Tivoli, sir. br br No Christmas jaunts for fractured cats. Hot dog, br the world is places where he will not go br this wintertide or again.