I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.

Those Moments Before A Poem Comes, When The Heightened Awareness Comes Over You, And You Realize A Poem Is Buried There Somewhere, You Prepare Yourself. I Run Around, You Know, Kind Of Skipping Around The House, Marvelous Elation. It’s As Though I Could Fly.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.