And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains,

I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind Of Like Having A Love Affair With A Rhinoceros.

O Starry Night, This Is How I Want To Die

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

Father, You Died Once, Salted Down At Fifty-nine, Packed Down Like A Big Snow Angel, Wasn't That Enough?

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.