Here's To The Few Who Forgive What

I Am Running Through A Snowfall Which Is Her Thighs, He Dramatized In Purple. Her Thighs Are Filling Up The Street. Wide As A Snowfall, Heavy As Huge Falling Zeppelins, Her Damp Thighs Are Settling On The Sharp Roofs And Wooden Balconies. Weather-vanes Press The Shape Of Roosters And Sail-boats Into The Skin. The Faces Of Famous Statues Are Preserved Like Intaglios.

A Heavy Burden Lifted From My Soul, I Heard That Love Was Out Of My Control.

Oh The Sisters Of Mercy, They Are Not Departed Or Gone.

Suffering, Violent Suffering, Seems To Be Something That Corresponds With Something That We Experience.

I Am An Old Scholar, Better-looking Now Than When I Was Young. That's What Sitting On Your Ass Does To Your Face.