Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You

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

He Learned About Life At Sixteen, First From Dostoevsky And Then From The Whores Of New Orleans.

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.

I Didn't Know The Full Dimensions Of Forever, But I Knew It Was Longer Than Waiting For Christmas To Come.

I Thought About It For Awhile, Hiding It From The Rest Of My Mind. But I Didn't Ruin My Birthday By Secretly Thinking About It Too Hard