There Is A Good Look That I

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

We Are America. We Are The Coffin Fillers. We Are The Grocers Of Death. We Pack Them In Crates Like Cauliflowers.

Rocks Crumble, Make New Forms, Oceans Move The Continents, Mountains Rise Up And Down Like Ghosts Yet All Is Natural, All Is Change.

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