I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

Anybody Can Be Specific And Obvious. That's Always Been The Easy Way. It's Not That It's So Difficult To Be Unspecific And Less Obvious; It's Just That There's Nothing, Absolutely Nothing, To Be Specific And Obvious About.

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder