I Raise My Pelvis To God So

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

But Suicides Have A Special Language. Like Carpenters They Want To Know Which Tools. They Never Ask Why Build. Twice I Have So Simply Declared Myself, Have Possessed The Enemy, Eaten The Enemy, Have Taken On His Craft, His Magic.

Daylight Is Nobody's Friend. God Comes In Like A Landlord And Flashes On His Brassy Lamp.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.