Our Bones Like Stems Into The Sky

This Is A World Where Everybody’s Gotta Do Something. Ya Know, Somebody Laid Down This Rule That Everybody’s Gotta Do Something, They Gotta Be Something. You Know, A Dentist, A Glider Pilot, A Narc, A Janitor, A Preacher, All That . . . Sometimes I Just Get Tired Of Thinking Of All The Things That I Don’t Wanna Do. All The Things That I Don’t Wanna Be. Places I Don’t Wanna Go, Like India, Like Getting My Teeth Cleaned. Save The Whale, All That, I Don’t Understand That . . .

Maybe When I Get In The Grave, Things Will Be Beautiful.

We Don’t Even Ask Happiness, Just A Little Less Pain.

I Remember Awakening One Morning And Finding Everything Smeared With The Color Of Forgotten Love.

Beware Those Who Are Always Reading Books