where oh where is mister bug? did he find a place inside? cloudy day, the ghost-wind howls. finished a man of two faces, now over the seawall. maladaptation is human. my ray bans broke in half. my visioned changed. maybe i read too much in this incarnation. maybe i should have made money, traveled more. look at the watery horizon, the sea surface full of clouds, the lonely pumping station.