I Think Of The Chimp, The One

The Worst Of It Is Over Now, And I Can't Say That I Am Glad. Lose That Sense Of Loss--you Have Gone And Lost Something Else.

As Soon As I Knew That I Would Be All Right, I Was Sure That I Was Dead And Didn't Know It. I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence. I Waited For The Moment That Would Snap Me Out Of My Seeming Life.

When The Beer Is Gone, So Are They -- Flexing Their Cars On Up The Boulevard.

It Is Possible To Imagine A Person So Entirely That The Image Resists Attempts To Dislodge It.

My Job ... I Do Nothing, It Pays Nothing, But - You Guessed It - It's Better Than Nothing.