I’m Lost. And It’s My Own Fault.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.

I'll Vacuum Up My Stale Hair, I'll Pay All My Neighbors' Bad Debts, I'll Write A Poem Called Yellow And Put My Lips Down To Drink It Up.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.