The Body Is A Damn Hard Thing

The Silence Is Death. It Comes Each Day With Its Shock To Sit On My Shoulder, A White Bird, And Peck At The Black Eyes And The Vibrating Red Muscle Of My Mouth.

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.

I Am Not At Home In Myself. I Am My Own Stranger.