No Matter Whose Bed You Die In

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

You See, We Live In A Cold Climate And Are Not Permitted To Kiss On The Street So I Made Up A Song That Wasn't True. I Made Up A Song Called Marriage.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

Watch Out For Intellect, Because It Knows So Much It Knows Nothing And Leaves You Hanging Upside Down, Mouthing Knowledge As Your Heart Falls Out Of Your Mouth.