Let My Lusts Be My Ruin, Then,

Permit Me Voyage, Love, Into Your Hands.

[the Essences Of Things] Are Suspended On The Invisible Dimension Whose Vibrance Has Been Denied The Human Eye At All Times Save In The Intuition Of Ecstasy.

Goodbye, Everybody! (suicide Note)

Love: A Burnt Match Skating In A Urinal.

And Inasmuch As The Bridge Is A Symbol Of All Such Poetry As I Am Interested In Writing It Is My Present Fancy That A Year From Now I'll Be More Contented Working In An Office Than Ever Before.