Have You Seen Ugly Casanova?

as I'm wanderin Brownstone's holy interstate
crossin unnamed
bridges
rivers
lakes
and I'm wonderin bout a man
that stands seven feet tall
blood streaming down his arms
graceful
like rain
or a movie
and he's handing you
a stack of green papers
with drawings
words
diagrams
letters
you can hear his feet
grind and
twist
on the broken glass
and he staggers
to the shattered window
and out
giving one last look
before disappearing again
into the mad night