The salesman and bernadette

we will remain ignorant incapable of knowing insoluble is the problem curiosity, sleeping killed the caterpillar curiosity, empty is a blanket over the head

sitting in a square room my voice is freezing and the beams that are bouncing off the moon are hanging from my window like icicles just a tired old alcoholic, waxing bucolic shivering and homesick...

she's so musical look at her dance in a flurry who get's to lead do know it's not Arthur Murray emasculate me with your biology bend me, break me, I'm worthless one wicked brand from your torturous...

I was shaking with laugther scared the bratty children did I destroy the ambience I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron it wasn't pretty when I looked into the face oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy...

no chocolate in the duty free shop two drops of scotch gonna end up on his crotch, tonight all alone, sitting on the throne some native tounge on the TV blaring like an old Peavey he don't aim to be...

I can see my old hotel down amongst the smells I'm up above that ancient city river it's filtered by my lousy liver it's filtered by my wilted lily liver I can see my old hotel it ain't even a hotel...

she said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson she said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson presiding from behind prescription lenses she said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson she said her...

where did you go after the parade I wandered, searching for about an hour then I parked it on a bench shifting and sulking those pesky little mosquitoes they nearly, nearly, nearly, nearly drained me...

knowing what I know now I should've had a cow I didn't realize you were to be despised I must have been one of history's stupidest men 'cause everything was perfect in my head until the lead started...

scratch, scratch, scratch goes the cat on the carpet she stepped in the blue water bowl twitch, twitch, twitch goes my eyelid my tounge in a cavity hole I lost my passport one hairy night I think they...