where did the lovelorn sheep

dave i've walked the narrow hills and the cobble stone walkways of forgotten cities and coughed on the dust of south american barrios. i've forgotten the photos and melted the ice cream. dave i've two cents and a box of newspapers. dave i've a half-drunk bottle of vodka and crushed aspirin in a spoon. i've run from happy dogs and angry cats. i've painted sidewalks with blood and slept in vacant lots. i've two train ticket stubs and a view of the hills. dave where did the horny blue skies? dave where did the thorny green thighs? dave where did the lovelorn sheep in the sleeping barn? i've shorn the lovely hills and the cobble stone heads and forgot the dust.