Some of you children must go to the stars
please take my ashes, they're ever so light...

Child comes racing home
unzipping as he enters...

Words that are used
to fit the Thought...

Beyond the pale smile
of flowery nicety...

Oh, god, I am still alive
think of the people I killed...

When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...

Poets see all these people watchers:
enforcers vigilantly censoring deviance...

All we know in life
are working hypotheses...

Emily inserts herself into life gently
and without disturbing the molecules...

There's only one time
for which you should be sorry...

Interestingly
he never reminisces...

These banks which, overflowing,
fill the park into a field of lake...