Sunday, March 17, 1991

4.A.M.

A morphine pig sprouting Voltaire in a Japanese restaurant in Cantt. Station, devouring chicken kiev thunderstorms and thighs slashed like doner kebab on a spit. 4.a.m., the restless toss and turn on their 10 ruppee rent-a-beds in the steamy mosquito night, as the madness reigns supreme...... garrulous greazy pistoleros extort cash from drunken youths while distant police sirens wail like lonesome banshees , regal ducks and menthol geese honk and hiss in unison, waddling down the pot-holed streets past the Bruha Cervantes intellect - hole, as the night sweepers swish away the day's debris.