... Man Is Eating The Earth Up

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

All The Oxygen Of The World Was In Them. All The Feet Of The Babies Of The World Were In Them. All The Crotches Of The Angels Of The World Were In Them. All The Morning Kisses Of Philadelphia Were In Them.

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.

Yesterday I Did Not Want To Be Borrowed But This Is The Typewriter That Sits Before Me And Love Is Where Yesterday Is At.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.