Crow decides, Crane rues

Crow makes a decision

Crane rues his folly

Crow,

”I shall land … there.”

Crane,

“Had I only … “

Crow,

“I’ll whoop your lily ass.”

Crane,

“

Catch me if you can, you scaly fuck

you w your

James Brown

oil-sheen

coat of

,

oh

,

no

colors

“

Crow,

“

keep it up, Crane,

and I’ll soak your pearly wings

in blood-red arson gas

”