My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

Opinions Are Like Orgasms...mine Matters Most And I Really Don't Care If You Have One.

I'm Sarcastic, Skeptical, And Sometimes Callous Because I'm Still Afraid, Deep Down, Of Letting Myself Be Hurt.

If I Have A Dry Spell ... I Wait And Live Harder, Eyes, Ears, And Heart Open, And When The Productive Time Comes, It Is That Much Richer.

I Wanted Change And Excitement And To Shoot Off In All Directions Myself, Like The Colored Arrows From A Fourth Of July Rocket.