Though Rain Curses The Window Let The

I Have Been Cut In Two.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.

I Sit At My Desk Each Night With No Place To Go, Opening The Wrinkled Maps Of Milwaukee And Buffalo, The Whole U.s., Its Cemeteries, Its Arbitrary Time Zones, Through Routes Like Small Veins, Capitals Like Small Stones.

The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The Thrush Will Fly Ablaze Like A Little Sky Rocket.