I Would Like A Simple Life /

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

I Want To Kiss God On His Nose And Watch Him Sneeze And So Do You. Not Out Of Disrespect. Out Of Pique. Out Of A Man-to-man Thing.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.