and now it is early in the morning and there is no one but me and the raccoons

you should love me because what I steal is what you can afford to lose

you should learn to love the thrill of ravishment because someone is always going to take it away from you so you better get used to it

you better get used to it because I am on the prowl in the silver moon light and I am accompanied by my legions of mice and rats and skunks and coyotes and wild dogs and raccoons and big black fucking bears—I’ve seen them—greasy grotesque figures squeezing their way out of sewer grates—at first I thought they were giant plastic rats—but they’re for real—you never know what you will find until you live through each hour of a single day—

I’m a thief, not a bank

I steal but only the city keeps it all

city has all it takes, all it needs

I’m just getting a little bit for me

city understands—maybe you don’t

quite rightly—I visited you this nightly


<and so ends book 5, South of the Iroquois Shoreline. Next book starts Monday, June 1 or as I call it — Canada Day.>