A body shaped like an L Of crossed papers or like The halfway point Between sleeping or standing Watching still berries On even stiller branches Blossoms that stay in your eyes After you look away Pacific Street of Sunset Building Their thirst was once a mellow fantasma I bet you were wondering Lucky girls like scanned letters of sound Cancerous secrets like trails from Panama Their thirst was once a mellow fantasma Watching still berries On even stiller branches Blossoms that stay in your eyes After you look away