All I Am Is The Trick Of

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

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

I Tied Down Time With A Rope But It Came Back. Then I Put My Head In A Death Bowl And My Eyes Shut Up Like Clams. They Didn't Come Back.

I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.

Rats Live On No Evil Star