As A Writer One Has To Take

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings

You Cutting The Lawn, Fixing The Machines, All This Leprous Day And Then More Vodka, More Soda And The Pond Forgiving Our Bodies, The Pond Sucking Out The Throb.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.