There's No Defense Except All

Trouble And Pain Were What Kept A Man Alive. Or Trying To Avoid Trouble And Pain. It Was A Full Time Job.

I Heard An Airplane Passing Overhead. I Wished I Was On It.

Purple Does Something Strange To Me

As The Shadows Assume Shapes I Fight The Slow Retreat Now My Once-promise Dwindling Dwindling Now Lighting New Cigarettes Pouring More Drinks It Has Been A Beautiful Fight Still Is.

Writers Are Nothing But Beggars With A Good Line.