FRITZ LEIBER REREADS SOME OF HIS STORIES

The cat who was kind yesterday
is talking today     We figure that
black thoughts are also
heliocentric ships     Longing
always escapes from treacherous
Pavlovian ambushes
Toward the nucleus of revolution
Drinking a radiance called whisky
Ask the writer:
what will become of all these people?
Sometimes I'm incredibly happy
It doesn't matter what I tell you