Pretty Words, As Pretty Women, Wrinkle Up

Hey, Hank, I Notice All The Women Around Your Place Lately ... Good Looking Stuff; You're Doing All Right." "sam," I Say, "that's Not True; I Am One Of God's Most Lonely Men.

I Am A Poem. There Is No Way Out.

We're All Going To Die, All Of Us, What A Circus! That Alone Should Make Us Love Each Other But It Doesn't. We Are Terrorized And Flattened By Trivialities, We Are Eaten Up By Nothing.

Sometimes I Get Too Exhausted To Even Feel Bad

You've Got To Rise From The Floor Alone Or Fall Back Alone.