If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter ... Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.

Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.