Down The Road Someone Is

Down The Road Someone Is Practicing Scales, The Notes Like Little Fishes Vanish With A Wink Of Tails

And I Envy The Intransigence Of My Own Countrymen Who Shoot To Kill And Never See The Victim's Face Become Their Own Or Find His Motive Sabotage Their Motives.

It's No Go My Honey Love, It's No Go My Poppet;work Your Hands From Day To Day, The Winds Will Blow The Profit.the Glass Is Falling Hour By Hour, The Glass Will Fall For Ever,but If You Break The Bloody Glass You Won't Hold Up The Weather.

A Fortress Against Ideas And Against The Shuddering Insidious Shock Of The Theory-vendors The Little Sardine Men Crammed In A Monster Toy Who Tilt Their Aggregate Beast Against Our Crumbling Troy.

Let Them Not Make Me A Stone And Let Them Not Spill Me, Otherwise Kill Me.