Everyone In Me Is A Bird I

Death's In The Good-bye.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

... And My Love Stays Bitterly Glowing, Spasms Of It Will Not Sleep, And I Am Helpless And Thirsty And Need Shade But There Is No One To Cover Me- Not Even God.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

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