There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain

Rejoice With The Day Lily For It Is Born For A Day To Live By The Mailbox And Glorify The Roadside

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

No Matter Whose Bed You Die In The Bed Will Be Yours For Your Voyage Onto The Surgical Andiron Of God.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

The Windows, The Starving Windows That Drive The Trees Like Nails Into My Heart.