In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance.

a kite is a victim you are sure of. you love it because it pulls.

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

I had the title poet, and maybe I was one for a while. Also, the title singer was kindly accorded me, even though I could barely carry a tune.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.