Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

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

My Safe, Safe Psychosis Is Broken. It Was Hard. It Was Made Of Stone. It Covered My Face Like A Mask. But It Has Cracked.

I Am Not Lazy. I Am On The Amphetamine Of The Soul. I Am, Each Day, Typing Out The God My Typewriter Believes In.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.