alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills.

nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself

i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms

Careful poetry and careful people live only long enough to die safely.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory

Sometimes a man doesn’t know what to do about things and sometimes it’s best to lie very still and try not to think at all about anything.