I Have Been Cut In Two.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

And If I Tried To Give You Something Else, Something Outside Myself, You Would Not Know That The Worst Of Anyone Can Be, Finally, An Accident Of Hope

This Is No Dream Just My Oily Life Where The People Are Alibis And The Street Is Unfindable For An Entire Lifetime.

There Is No Word For Time. Today We Will Not Think To Number Another Summer Or Watch Its White Bird Into The Ground.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By