We Don’t Even Ask Happiness, Just A

They Say That Nothing Is Wasted: Either That Or It Al Is

Pain Is Absurd Because It Exists, Nothing More.

There Was Something About That City, Though It Didn't Let Me Feel Guilty That I Had No Feeling For The Things So Many Others Needed. It Let Me Alone. Sitting Up In My Bed The Lights Out, Hearing The Outside Sounds, Lifting My Cheap Bottle Of Wine, Letting The Warmth Of The Grape Enter Me As I Heard The Rats Moving About The Room, I Preferred Them To Humans. Being Lost, Being Crazy Maybe Is Not So Bad If You Can Be That Way Undisturbed. New Orleans Gave Me That. Nobody Ever Called My Name.

The Free Soul Is Rare, But You Know It When You See It

… And We Are In Bed Together Laughing And We Don’t Care About Anything.