you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

Too often the people complain that they have done nothing with their lives and then they wait for somebody to tell them that this isn't so.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

I was only kidding about the hundred," she says. oh," I say, "what will it cost me?" she lights her cigarette with my lighter and looks at me through the flame: her eyes tell me. look," I say, "I don't think I can ever pay that price again.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.