Body 13

#109: Lend Me A Pale Whisper

#110: Be A Lightning Rod Than A Seismograph

#111: Their Hope Will Become A Dying Gasp

#112: As Thorns Sunk Into The Hand (Part 1)

#113: As Thorns Sunk Into The Hand (Part 2)

#114: As Thorns Sunk Into The Hand (Part 3)

#115: A Body, A Silent Companion, Exacting And Eternal

#116: Salt In The Bible

#117: Sometimes All The Freedom One Ever Has

#118: Until I Started Leaning Toward The Sunlight

#119: I Decided, Very Early On, Just To Accept Life Unconditionally. I Never Expected It To Do Anything Special For Me, Yet I Seemed To Accomplish Far More Than I Had Ever Hoped

#120: When You're Dead You Might Still Go On Hurting

#121: Drink All Your Passion And Be A Disgrace

#122: It Has Been My Unfortunate Experience That You Can't Rely On Divine Intervention

#124: I Should Have Thought It A Circle

#125: Breaking Into The Houses Of Those That Refused Their Baptism

#126: To Sing Well By Note, With Ease, And In Beautiful Style

#127: Whether It Is The Wind That Bends The Blade Of Grass Or The Blade Of Grass That Bends The Wind

#128: Remember That All Men Are Strange

#129: A Perilous Gift For A Man Who Is Seeking Fine Hazards

#130: Not By The Token Of This Faltering Breath

#131: This Chill At Heart, This Dampness On My Brow

#132: To Rear And Train, By Sorrow And Pain

#133: All Has Been Darkness Since I Left The Earth

#134: A Disembodied Soul, Thou Hast By Right

#135: The Smallest Portions Of This Edifice

#136: The Eager Spirit Has Darted From My Hold

#137: It Is The Restless Panting Of Their Being

#138: Like Beasts Of Prey, Who, Caged Within Their Bars

#139: In A Deep Hideous Purring Have Their Life

#140: Would He Make Arrangements For The Continuing Of His Mother's Grave

#141: What Is But A Simple Myth?

#142: Providing The Drug Of Religious Hope To Timorous Folk Frightened Of Hell-Fire

#143: So Fantastically Clouded By Smoke And Dust

#144: Among My Perishing Fellow-Creatures

#145: They Are All People Who Are In Trouble About Something

#146: We Are All Drifting Reefwards Now

#147: Lulled Into Complacency By The Glitter Of Our Own Achievements

#148: Six Times Had The Darkness Closed Over A Wild And Terrific Scene

#149: When The High-Minded Chatter Rushed On As Though She Was Not There

#150: Happiness Lies Within One's Self And The Way To Dig It Out Is Cocaine

#151: Give No Quarter, Nor Waste Arguments

#152: Let The Smoke Teach You As Much As You Can Learn

#153: For Thee The Bitterness Of Death Is Past

#154: Receive The Supplication Of A Dead Man's Hand

#155: The Nuclear Explosion Precipitates A Vatican Decision

#156: Copper-Jacketed Slug Recovered From The Bathroom's Cardboard Cylinder

#157: A Great Moralist Is, Among Other Things, Necessarily A Great Actor

#158: Werd On The Boa Home Slikkity Slizzice In Da Heezie Weezie

#159: There Are False Muses Bending Before You In Fits Of Laughter

#160: Writhing In Groves Where Flowers Have Fallen Into

#161: In My Dreams, People Ask Me For Cigarettes And Change

#162: There His Bark Be Firmly Anchored, Rested In His Boat Of Copper

#163: But Be Left His Harp Of Magic, Left His Songs And Wisdom-Sayings

#164: Ah! How Shameless, The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods

#165: In The Chalky Smoke, Thinking Of Those Ten Damned Lions

#166: This Is Where The Stricken Bagpipes Blow

#167: When The Guard Walked Up And Pulled Out His Cannon

#168: Against Your Breast And The Sweet Wild Rocks

#169: The Way The Night Hung Undisturbed With People Walking On It Like Some Quiet Rug

#025: The Comedy Of Repetition

#088: I'm A Loser Baby (So Why Don't You Kill Me?)