I am stuck in traffic in a taxicabwhich is typicaland not just of modern life

we are all happy and young and toothlessit is the same as old agethe only thing to do is simply continueis that simpleyes, it is simple because it is the only thing to docan you do ityes, you can because it is the only thing to do

Stars are out and there is seaenough beneath the glistening earthto bear me toward the futurewhich is not so dark. I see.

and do I really want a son to carry on my idiocy past the Horned Gates

You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea

willow trees, willow trees they remind me of DesdemonaI'm so damned literaryand at the same time the waters rushing past remindme of nothing