the morning after heavy drinking br last night's liquor br straps me to my whirling bed br and makes me wear br a stethoscope br that was lying in a gutter br amidst all nervous traffic & bus stop conversation br br br the garbage truck always comes br crashing down the street br and the ice cream man always br stops outside my window br like the morbid punchline to br some divine jokebr br Rev. Dr. A.