‘Fore they dig him up, need a lawyer and an alibi Before we pull the jux, let ’em know I’m camera-shy Rooms full of books, used to wonder what’s inside
Run my hands down the spine, now I sit saturnine
“The youth at night would have himself driven around the scream. It lay in the middle of the city gazing back at him with its heat and rosepools of flesh. Terrific lava shone on his soul. He would ride and stare.”