Once and for all there's no genetic virtue.
Our cherubic baldy flounces around, fresh out of
Boulder,
in black robes, Japanese words quick on his tongue.
World war II nearly destroyed mt family,so I ask
him to learn Chinese. He understands I'm a fool.
Then over a gallon of wine we agree there's no
language
for such matters, no happiness out side consciousness.
Drink.

Jim Harrison