My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would

Look To Your Heart That Flutters In And Out Like A Moth. God Is Not Indifferent To Your Need. You Have A Thousand Prayers But God Has One.

The Saints Come, As Human As A Mouth, With A Bag Of God In Their Backs, Like A Hunchback, They Come, They Come Marching In.

I Am In My Own Mind. I Am Locked In The Wrong House.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow.