It Would Be Pleasant To Be Drunk.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.

The Saints Come, As Human As A Mouth, With A Bag Of God In Their Backs, Like A Hunchback, They Come, They Come Marching In.

God Is Only Mocked By Believers.

There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain Of An Old Kiss.

My Death From The Wrists, Two Name Tags, Blood Worn Like A Corsage To Bloom One On The Left And One On The Right.