The Place I Live In Is A

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

Blind With Love, My Daughter Has Cried Nightly For Horses, Those Long-necked Marchers And Churners That She Has Mastered, Any And All, Reigning Them In Like A Circus Hand.

Once Upon A Time We Were All Born, Popped Out Like Jelly Rolls Forgetting Our Fishdom, The Pleasuring Seas, The Country Of Comfort, Spanked Into The Oxygens Of Death.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

... Man Is Eating The Earth Up Like A Candy Bar.