Now I Am Going Back And I

Yes I Try To Kill Myself In Small Amounts, An Innocuous Occupation. Actually I'm Hung Up On It.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

I Have A Black Look I Do Not Like. It Is A Mask I Try On. I Migrate Toward It And Its Frog Sits On My Lips And Defecates.

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.