Don't Bite Till You Know

The Saints Come, As Human As A Mouth, With A Bag Of God In Their Backs, Like A Hunchback, They Come, They Come Marching In.

I Love You. You Are Closest To My Heart, Closer Than Any Other Human Being. You Are My Extension. You Are My Prayer. You Are My Belief In God. For Better Or Worse You Inherit Me.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

I Rot On The Wall, My Own Dorian Gray.