Don't Bite Till You Know If It's

Now, In My Middle Age, About Nineteen In The Head I'd Say, I Am Rowing, I Am Rowing.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.

Once Upon A Time We Were All Born, Popped Out Like Jelly Rolls Forgetting Our Fishdom, The Pleasuring Seas, The Country Of Comfort, Spanked Into The Oxygens Of Death.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.