Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.

Yesterday I Did Not Want To Be Borrowed But This Is The Typewriter That Sits Before Me And Love Is Where Yesterday Is At.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.