The Lawn Was White With Doctors

I Suppose If I Gave Myself The Chance I Could Be An Alcoholic.

Kiss Me And You Will See How Important I Am.

My Mother Said The Cure For Thinking Too Much About Yourself Was Helping Somebody Who Was Worse Off Than You.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

And I, Stepping From This Skin Of Old Bandages, Boredoms, Old Faces Step To You From The Black Car Of Lethe, Pure As A Baby.