Invisible Man
At first I thought it was a cop and a shoeshine boy; then there was a break in the traffic and...
At first I thought it was a cop and a shoeshine boy; then there was a break in the traffic and...
My death waits like a maid at night, At the swinging of the scythe, To gather up the time that...
There was also a time when, wandering through museums, I would stop to face and question the Saint...