Once Fishing Was A Rabbit's Foot-- O

Sometimes Nothing Is So Solid To Me As Writing - I Suppose That's What A Vocation Means - At Times A Torment, A Bad Conscience, But All In All, Purpose And Direction.

In The End, There Is No End.

Their Monument Sticks Like A Fishbone In The City's Throat.

Pity The Planet, All Joy Gone From This Sweet Volcanic Cone

History Has To Live With What Was Here, Clutching And Close To Fumbling All We Had - It Is So Dull And Gruesome How We Die, Unlike Writing, Life Never Finishes.