I Drank Coffee And Read Old Books

A Boat O Beautiful Was The Werewolf In His Evil Forest. We Took Him To The Carnival And He Started Crying When He Saw The Ferris Wheel. Electric Green And Red Tears Flowed Down His Furry Cheeks. He Looked Like A Boat Out On The Dark Water.

It's Pretty Hard To Have Faith When Everybody Is Trying To Lock You Up.

In A Cafe" I Watched A Man In A Cafe Fold A Slice Of Bread As If He Were Folding A Birth Certificate Or Looking At The Photograph Of A Dead Lover.

We Walked Back To Ideath, Holding Hands. Hands Are Very Nice Things, Especially After They Have Travelled Back From Making Love.

The Heart Is Something Else. Nobody Knows What's Going To Happen,' I Said