You Who Have Inhabited Me

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

Once Upon A Time We Were All Born, Popped Out Like Jelly Rolls Forgetting Our Fishdom, The Pleasuring Seas, The Country Of Comfort, Spanked Into The Oxygens Of Death.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.

Suicides Have A Special Language. Like Carpenters They Want To Know Which Tools. They Never Ask Why Build.