I heard it once, smoothed-out br by gallons of coffee, br chest husking like a plow br and pulled it into a basement. br Cardigan-wrapped the next morning br and only then was it true, only then br was I so hungry I could eat at the roots of it, br br and lay down like a napping aristocrat br dreaming of pendulums br potbellied, empurpled, br pissing outside, and my br boombox played it again, its notes br encircled by my poor shy ghosts br made quiet speeches to the wind br saluted this song's toasting.