Let There Be A Heaven So That

What's Missing Is The Eyeballs In Each Of Us, But It Doesn't Matter Because You've Got The Bucks, The Bucks, The Bucks.

Poetry Is My Life, My Postmark, My Hands, My Kitchen, My Face.

The Grass As Bristly And Stout As Chives And Me Wondering When The Ground Will Break And Me Wondering How Anything Fragile Survives

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.