The Stars Are Pears That No One

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

All The Oxygen Of The World Was In Them. All The Feet Of The Babies Of The World Were In Them. All The Crotches Of The Angels Of The World Were In Them. All The Morning Kisses Of Philadelphia Were In Them.

Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.