You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself...

Goin’ to the drug store, get me some Tylenol
going to Walgreens babe, get me some Tylenol...

Everyone, your front door friends
and my own back door companions...

I thought I was fabricating a story,
creating experiences that never...

One man has canoe
guided by man with Vision...

My sun has set, I cannot tell
the weaving of the black thread...

If you are alone
and no one hears you sneeze can...

When is your birthday?
The first Saturday after...

Flows into God, my incapacity
to overcome the inexorable density...

High as you are is the strength you owe:
the hand that reaches down to lift...

As I age the animal inside quietens
yet still arouses for...

Tear runs down a sallow cheek
aged body lies in the bier...