*** Poem by Stephan Saytyrly

Howling dogs in the midnight trip
The spirits of joy and freedom
Squirming in endless lust
Praying in the spikes of roses
Without their spikes with doses
Looking for the lands of virginity
Where their junky infinity falls
The poets of the masses
In clear grassy dresses
Living loving lying
On the pavement of the noire angel
With candles in their hands
And gracefulness of dance
The Great Human Vibration
Of sex civilization
And with forgiving passion
You will be blessed