My mind's not right.
A car radio bleats,
"Love, O careless Love...." I hear my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell, as if my hand were at its throat....
I myself am hell;
nobody's here.
Skunk Hour (1959), st. 5, 6
My mind's not right.
A car radio bleats,
"Love, O careless Love...." I hear my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell, as if my hand were at its throat....
I myself am hell;
nobody's here.
Skunk Hour (1959), st. 5, 6