Let The Light Be Called Day So

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Give Me Your Skin As Sheer As A Cobweb, Let Me Open It Up And Listen In And Scoop Out The Dark.

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

I Wonder If The Artist Ever Lives His Life--he Is So Busy Recreating It.

I See Myself As One Would See Another. I Have Been Cut In Two.