To those I know...
I see you slip without a cause...

Then it is Saturday I
See I must learn to yield...

Who knows the point?
I beg for mercy...

You think and you talk
But are those necessarily at the same times...

A caustic thought
So bravely fought...

OK--uh, please don't ask about the first line...
Feeding grapes to my leopards...

What is Sanity?
Is it something we hope for...

It seems I'm carrying out a duty and a want
But that's okay...

Alone and lonely, new and fresh
The silent sorrow of untouched flesh...

Note--This poem is meant to be read through very...
On the shoals...

Prologue
He spied Her one day...

I'm your comfort
I'm the sweet voice...