There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

The Beautiful Feeling After Writing A Poem Is On The Whole Better Even Than After Sex, And That's Saying A Lot.

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.