Burn All The Maps To

One Day Time Will Die And Love Will Bury It

A Sombrero Fell Out Of The Sky And Landed On The Main Street Of Town In Front Of The Mayor, His Cousin, And A Person Out Of Work. The Day Was Scrubbed Clean By The Desert Air. The Sky Was Blue. It Was The Blue Of Human Eyes, Waiting For Something To Happen. There Was No Reason For A Sombrero To Fall Out Of The Sky. No Airplane Or Helicopter Was Passing Overhead And It Was Not A Religious Holiday.

He Learned About Life At Sixteen, First From Dostoevsky And Then From The Whores Of New Orleans.

Finding Is Losing Something Else. I Think About, Perhaps Even Mourn, What I Lost To Find This

My Teachers Could Easily Have Ridden With Jesse James For All The Time They Stole From Me.