All The Seven Deadly Sins Are Peccadilloes

I Was The Shadow Of The Waxwing Slain/by The False Azure In The Windowpane.

Suddenly For No Earthly Reason I Felt Immensely Sorry For Him And Longed To Say Something Real, Something With Wings And A Heart, But The Birds I Wanted Settled On My Shoulders And Head Only Later When I Was Alone And Not In Need Of Words.

Most Of The Dandelions Had Changed From Suns To Moons.

You Lose Your Immortality When You Lose Your Memory.

Lolita, Light Of My Life, Fire Of My Loins. My Sin, My Soul. Lo-lee-ta: The Tip Of The Tongue Taking A Trip Of Three Steps Down The Palate To Tap, At Three, On The Teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.