Don't Bite Till You Know If It's

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside

You Lay, A Small Knuckle On My White Bed; Lay, That Fist Like A Snail, Small And Strong At My Breast. Your Lips Are Animals; You Are Fed With Love. At First, Hunger Is Not Wrong.

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.

The Fish Are Naked. The Fish Are Always Awake. They Are The Color Of Old Spoons And Caramels.

I Think I've Been Writing Black Poems All Along, Wearing My White Mask. I'm Always The Victim ... But No Longer!