There Is No Word For Time. Today

Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear Slaps Like A Spot Of Rouge.

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

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

Frog Has No Nerves. Frog Is As Old As A Cockroach. Frog Is My Father's Genitals. Frog Is A Malformed Doorknob. Frog Is A Soft Bag Of Green.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow. When I See It, Suddenly, In The Air, All Little And White And Moving; Then I Am In Love Again And Very Young And I Believe Everything.