The Future Is A Fog That Is

The Body Is A Damn Hard Thing To Kill.

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.

Let There Be Seasons So That Our Tongues Will Be Rich In Asparagus And Limes.

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

Every Time I Get Happy The Nana-hex Comes Through. Birds Turn Into Plumber's Tools, A Sonnet Turns Into A Dirty Joke, A Wind Turns Into A Tracheotomy, A Boat Turns Into A Corpse.