There are images I need to complete my own reality.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality...

There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.

I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.