What Came Is Gone Forever Every Time

Subject Is Known By What She Sees.

What If Someone Gave A War And Nobody Came?

Our Heads Are Round So Thought Can Change Direction

Well, While I'm Here I'll Do The Work — And What's The Work? To Ease The Pain Of Living. Everything Else, Drunken Dumbshow.

The Typewriter Is Holy The Poem Is Holy The Voice Is Holy The Hearers Are Holy The Ecstacy Is Holy!