I saw the rain, and I turned back. And my seat was still warm at the table. And the glass was still covered. And the conversation hadn’t changed. And the bell hadn’t rung.

Once more, as Hamlet said, like a whore I unpack my heart with words... !!and what a Monstrous modern heart it is!!: as melancholy as lead, rabidly enraged but full of dread,

Last words dug me my grace Epitaphs written and gave A thought and sense of laughter. Empty eyes left to decay Still you have nothing to say I think I'll just go on.

As she turn her back, I have an urge to follow But I stagger as the sun so sallow Came blinding my sight towards her Finally I realized she is for another I stood alone as I remember

An Image entered the landscape of my mind A lovely painting of such a maiden The echoes of my sorrow deafen as I hear her voice A lovely sketch of venus in her gown

Lee and Cindy grow up poor... and alone. All they have is their love for each other - and that is more than most kids had.

It was generally agreed that things had not turned out well. Even Lucy’s upturned nose for once could not disagree, in spite of her goody two shoes reflexes.

Beneath slit wrist sky scampers the empty wretch. Hunting down a Rothko Door between black-void alleys. Foul stench pools of blood fleck his grime embroidered rags and dregs of thought. Clicks