Now I Am Here - Now Read

Poetry Is A Plan For A Slit In The Face Of A Bronze Fountain Goat And The Path Of Fresh Drinking Water.

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.

Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling A Lawyer Away?

God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.

It Was Here We Turned The Coffee Cups Upside Down. And Your Eyes And The Moon Swept The Valley.