Can you keep the pain out / And just let in the breeze / When I leave the door open / The wind blows in all the leaves / Will I know when I get there / Or just drive on by / I never have answers / Only ask why (Caitlin Canty)

I don’t care for walking downtown / Crazy auto-car gonna mow me down / Look at all the people like cows in a herd / Well, I like birds (Eels)

It was hard going – / Stagnant and smoldered … / The city moaned and smoldered / Tin cans on the banks like shackles … / To be discovered, in the open … (Johannes Bigge Trio, poem by Lawson Fusao Inada)