Keep Your Eyes On The Road, Your

Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets With A Bleeding Virgin We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

All The Poems Have Wolves In Them. All But One. The Most Beautiful One Of All. She Dances In A Ring Of Fire And Throws Off The Challenge With A Shrug.

This Is The Strangest Life I've Ever Known.

Take An Indian Home To Lunch.

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?