Date: Mon, 15 Jun 1998 09:16:46 -0500 From: Phanny Subject: [WRITERS] SUB: CONTEST: Glass Gods (fwd) Glass Gods You are in love with your hallucinations granted by glass syringes dancing in shadows of moonlit sea foam of childhood memories naked and frenzied that touch your skin stink up the place and your voice shrills in your ear as scenes from old home movies surface in chaotic rhythms and these lilac walls smell like mildew and last year's newspapers breathe on you as they swarm screaming obituaries here on Bacchus's trail we use ambulances as hayrides.