My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.

We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.