I Want A Storm To Come And

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”

My Painting Carries With It The Message Of Pain.

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

I Think That Little By Little I'll Be Able To Solve My Problems And Survive.

I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And I Hope Never To Return.