love minus zero
turtles, the
without ideals or violence
she doesn't have to say she's faithful
and make promises by the hours
she laughs like the flowers
the bridge at midnight trembles
the country doctor rambles
banker's nieces seek perfection
expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
the wind howls like a hammer
and the night blows rainy
at my window with a broken wing
in the dime stores and bus stations
people talk of situations
draw conclusions on the wall
she knows there's no success like failure
and that failure's no success at all