Inside Many Of Us Is A Small

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

Jesus Saw The Multitudes Were Hungry And He Said, Oh Lord, Send Down A Short-order Cook.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Suicide Is, After All, The Opposite Of The Poem.

This Is No Dream Just My Oily Life Where The People Are Alibis And The Street Is Unfindable For An Entire Lifetime.