My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.

Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

Dead Drunk Is The Term I Think Of, Insensible, Neither Cool Nor Warm, Without A Head Or A Foot. To Be Drunk Is To Be Intimate With A Fool.

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.