I AM AFRAID OF
ONE HUNDRED THINGS
I have a really good nightmare: I am
walking along these canyoned streets
with you, and no one knows we are here.
The kettle-drum guys on the corner are
playing, and their idiot dancers are
running around. Hats out, and the
monsters from Dubuque and from
Quebec are giving them dollars. Oh
what a nightmare world we've made :
this is now 'so New York' that it
makes me afraid. I am afraid of
one hundred things. And I am
afraid of nothing at all.