from lunch by d. a. powell in the course of travel: strychnine every few hours. some italian art and trees yes pretty but it's the normal routine. well, "normal routine" you easterners: your maple trees. you have your maple trees. your nation and me my eyes bugging late and funny: scrub compared to the maple trees every few hours flash fevers. every few and I'd be small. a bit nervous the evening distended as a bad patella: oh my knee. and I had to pee virtually every few minutes. someone catches me under the maple trees taken out of context: like a trip on a yacht or dying.com. I would not go there: among the trees I stood almost grand and well. with my own nuts my own birdlike nuts. my own startled happiness at the slightest breeze