50 years to the date Rainer Fassbinder had an eye, a golden beak.
Predictive dialectic is not strong enough. I repeat,
His miming the berserk,

Mining homilies and off-color copy
Comprise exploration in Audubon-ship.

Does any bird genus know what he doesn’t know?

Pardon me. Emergency! Excuse me. “...my
Kiss is not avian. It’s just atheist exuberance.”