If We Really Want To Live, We'd

We Honor Founders Of These Starving Cities, Whose Honor Is The Image Of Our Sorrow.

A Daydream Is A Meal At Which Images Are Eaten. Some Of Us Are Gourmets, Some Gourmands, And A Good Many Take Their Images Precooked Out Of A Can And Swallow Them Down Whole, Absent-mindedly And With Little Relish.

The Sky Is Darkening Like A Stain Something Is Going To Fall Like Rain And It Won't Be Flowers

To Save Your World You Asked This Man To Die; Would This Man, Could He See You Now, Ask Why?

You Must Go To Bed With Friends Or Whores, Where Money Makes Up The Difference In Beauty Or Desire.