Some Nights I Knew That If I

I Wasn’t Going Anywhere And Neither Was The Rest Of The World. We Were All Just Hanging Around Waiting To Die And Meanwhile Doing Little Things To Fill The Space. Some Of Use Weren’t Even Doing Little Things. We Were Vegetables.

Being Alone Never Felt Right. Sometimes It Felt Good, But It Never Felt Right.

The Dog Approached Again, Cautiously. I Found The Bologna Sandwich, Ripped Off A Chunk, Wiped The Cheap Watery Mustard Off, Then Placed It On The Sidewalk. The Dog Walked Up To The Bit Of Sandwich, Put His Nose To It, Sniffed, Then Turned And Walked Off. This Time He Didn't Look Back. He Accelerated Down The Street. No Wonder I Had Been Depressed All My Life. I Wasn't Getting Proper Nourishment.

I Was So Thin I Could Slice Bread With My Shoulderblades, Only I Seldom Had Bread.

There Is A Loneliness In This World So Great That You Can See It In The Slow Movement Of The Hands Of A Clock