Jesus Saw The Multitudes Were Hungry And

We Talked Death With Burned-up Intensity, Both Of Us Drawn To It Like Moths To An Electric Light Bulb. Sucking On It!

It Was As If A Morning-glory Had Bloomed In Her Throat, And All That Blue And Small Pollen Ate Into My Heart, Violent And Religious

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.

Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is Gone.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.