The First Step... Shall Be

Kiss The Mouth Which Tells You, Here, Here Is The World. This Mouth. This Laughter. These Temple Bones.

I Will Find That Special Person Who Is Wrong For Me In Just The Right Way.

There Are Two Versions To Every Poem – The Crying Version And The Straight Version

Never Mind. The Self Is The Least Of It. Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

I Start Off But I Don't Know Where I'm Going; I Try This Avenue And That Avenue, That Turns Out To Be A Dead End, This Is A Dead End, And So On. The Search Takes A Long Time And I Have To Back-track Often.