I Am Torn In Two But I

I Said, The Poets Are There I Hear Them Singing And Lying Around Their Round Table And Around Me Still.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain Of An Old Kiss.

O Starry Night, This Is How I Want To Die

When The Cow Gives Blood And The Christ Is Born We Must All Eat Sacrifices. We Must All Eat Beautiful Women.