Gin And Drugs, Dear Lady,

Most Of The Trouble In The World Is Caused By People Wanting To Be Important.

I Journeyed To London, To The Timekept City, Where The River Flows, With Foreign Flotations. There I Was Told: We Have Too Many Churches, And Too Few Chop-houses.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky

A Woman Drew Her Long Black Hair Out Tight, And Fiddled Whisper Music On Those Strings, And Bats With Baby Faces In The Violet Light Whistled, And Beat Their Wings, And Crawled Head Downward Down A Blackened Wall.

Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought.