I Want To Kiss God

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That I Found Some Order There.

Maybe I Am Becoming A Hermit, Opening The Door For Only A Few Special Animals? Maybe My Skull Is Too Crowded And It Has No Opening Through Which To Feed It Soup?

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

As A Writer One Has To Take The Chance On Being A Fool.