I Was Only Sitting Here

No Matter Whose Bed You Die In The Bed Will Be Yours For Your Voyage Onto The Surgical Andiron Of God.

Suicide Is, After All, The Opposite Of The Poem.

To Love Another Is Somethinglike Prayer And It Can't Be Planned, You Just Fallinto Its Arms Because Your Belief Undoes Your Disbelief.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.