Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard,

There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain Of An Old Kiss.

My Life Has Appeared Unclothed In Court, Detail By Detail, Death-bone Witness By Death-bone Witness, And I Was Shamed At The Verdict.

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

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

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside