All The Lousy Little Poets Coming Around

As Our Eyes Grow Accustomed To Sight They Armour Themselves Against Wonder.

The Troubles Came And I Saved What I Could Save. A Thread Of Light, A Particle, A Wave.

Love Is Not A Victory March

And What Can I Tell You, My Brother, My Killer, What Can I Possibly Say? I Guess That I Miss You, I Guess I Forgive You, I'm Glad You Stood In My Way

I Felt Like If Any Two People Had Any Kind Of Sexual Affinity For Each Other They Had To Sleep With Each Other Immediately, Otherwise It Was A Terrible Betrayal And Waste...fortunately, I'm Relieved Of Those Obsessions Now. It's Really Wonderful. It's Really Wonderful Not Feeling You Have To Sleep With Everybody.