When Their Children Fail To Charm Others,

Flesh Goes On Pleasuring Us, And Humiliating Us, Right To The End.

A New Wound Makes All The Old Ones Ache Again.

It Does Not Undo Harm To Acknowledge That We Have Done It; But It Undoes Us Not To Acknowledge It.

Neurotics Are Sure That No One Understands Them, And They Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way.

The Neurotic Circles Ceaselessly Above A Fogged-in Airport.