God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

We Could See The Children's Toys Here And There, And We Saw A Game That The Children Had Made Themselves Out Of Dirt, Deer Antlers And Abalone Shells, But The Game Was So Strange That Only Children Could Tell What It Was. Perhaps It Wasn't A Game At All, Only The Grave Of A Game.

A Sombrero Fell Out Of The Sky And Landed On The Main Street Of Town In Front Of The Mayor, His Cousin, And A Person Out Of Work. The Day Was Scrubbed Clean By The Desert Air. The Sky Was Blue. It Was The Blue Of Human Eyes, Waiting For Something To Happen. There Was No Reason For A Sombrero To Fall Out Of The Sky. No Airplane Or Helicopter Was Passing Overhead And It Was Not A Religious Holiday.

The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster When You Take Your Pill It's Like A Mine Disaster. I Think Of All The People Lost Inside You.

Her Sunny Side Was Always Up.

Your Catfish Friend If I Were To Live My Life In Catfish Forms In Scaffolds Of Skin And Whiskers At The Bottom Of A Pond And You Were To Come By One Evening When The Moon Was Shining Down Into My Dark Home And Stand There At The Edge Of My Affection And Think, “it's Beautiful Here By This Pond. I Wish Somebody Loved Me,” I'd Love You And Be Your Catfish Friend And Drive Such Lonely Thoughts From Your Mind And Suddenly You Would Be At Peace, And Ask Yourself, “i Wonder If There Are Any Catfish In This Pond? It Seems Like A Perfect Place For Them.