I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are

There Is No Word For Time. Today We Will Not Think To Number Another Summer Or Watch Its White Bird Into The Ground.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

I Love You. You Are Closest To My Heart, Closer Than Any Other Human Being. You Are My Extension. You Are My Prayer. You Are My Belief In God. For Better Or Worse You Inherit Me.