N Othi N G Can S Urpas

If You Like My Poems Let Them Walk In The Evening, A Little Behind You

Since Feelings Come First, Who Cares About The Syntax Of Things?

His Lips Drink Water But His Heart Drinks Wine

I Remember We All Cried Like The Missouri When My Uncle Sol's Coffin Lurched Because Somebody Pressed A Button (and Down Went My Uncle Sol And Started A Worm Farm)

Unlove's The Heavenless Hell And The Homeless Home.