All Of Us Have A Place In

Sometimes Life Is Merely A Matter Of Coffee And Whatever Intimacy A Cup Of Coffee Affords.

Hinged To Forgetfulness Like A Door, She Slowly Closed Out Of Sight, And She Was The Woman I Loved, But Too Many Times She Slept Like A Mechanical Deer In My Caresses, And I Ached In The Metal Silence Of Her Dreams.

Elizabeth's Voice Had A Door In It. When You Opened That Door You Found Another Door, And That Door Opened Yet Another Door. All The Doors Were Nice And Led Out Of Her.

My Teachers Could Easily Have Ridden With Jesse James For All The Time They Stole From Me.

We Looked Like A Parade Barely Moving Toward You Might Get Lost.