My Heart Is On A Budget. It

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.

Those Moments Before A Poem Comes, When The Heightened Awareness Comes Over You, And You Realize A Poem Is Buried There Somewhere, You Prepare Yourself. I Run Around, You Know, Kind Of Skipping Around The House, Marvelous Elation. It’s As Though I Could Fly.

After A Disaster Strikes, It Can Be Very Devastating And Very Challenging. You're Going To Need A Lot Of Strength And Energy, And The American Red Cross Suggests You Go For The High Protein Items.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

Stop The Darkness And Its Amputations And Find The Real Mccoy In The Private Holiness Of My Hands.