Wednesday, June 30, 2004 B U L G A R T I M E -Poem for Viktor IV- -- The river- glossed and lipstick-kissed bends underneath the rail bridge to my left and enters my time coliseum- a 12 digit rotation T I M E - straight no chaser T I M E - life’s coup d’etat My name is Viktor- or rather Demetrios I used to be a shvitzer but now I’m Vip-lounged My bath is far removed from brothels- salt scrubs- neutrometics- or the rush of cold sweat I have become wrinkle-cleaned my steady regimen fulfilled a lifelong dream- I released a message in a bottle of my own and watch it slowly counter the stream- as lovers and legends do The river pursues a destination beyond my reach and as it funnels through the soiled city on my right -continues to mumble lifelike dialogue- -- (C) Walt 2004 -- posted by Walter at 6/30/2004