It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of

You Were Born With A Snake In Both Of Your Fists While A Hurricane Was Blowing.

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name

Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel Rides

I Was Down In The Sewer With Some Little Lover.

My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much By Poetry On The Page But By Poetry Being Recited By The Poets Who Recited Poems With Jazz Bands.