Love Poem ـــــــــ It's So Nice To

Our Names Were Made For Us In Another Century.

Your Catfish Friend If I Were To Live My Life In Catfish Forms In Scaffolds Of Skin And Whiskers At The Bottom Of A Pond And You Were To Come By One Evening When The Moon Was Shining Down Into My Dark Home And Stand There At The Edge Of My Affection And Think, “it's Beautiful Here By This Pond. I Wish Somebody Loved Me,” I'd Love You And Be Your Catfish Friend And Drive Such Lonely Thoughts From Your Mind And Suddenly You Would Be At Peace, And Ask Yourself, “i Wonder If There Are Any Catfish In This Pond? It Seems Like A Perfect Place For Them.

My Teachers Could Easily Have Ridden With Jesse James For All The Time They Stole From Me.

There Was Something Dead In My Heart. I Tried To Figure Out What It Was By The Strength Of The Smell. I Knew That It Was Not A Lion Or A Sheep Or A Dog. Using Logical Deduction, I Came To The Conclusion That It Was A Mouse. I Had A Dead Mouse In My Heart.

If You Get Hung Up On Everybody Else's Hang-ups, Then The Whole World's Going To Be Nothing More Than One Huge Gallows.