N Othi N G Can S Urpas

What If A Much Of A Which Of A Wind Gives The Truth To Summer's Lie; Bloodies With Dizzying Leaves The Sun And Yanks Immortal Stars Awry?

Notice The Convulsed Orange Inch Of Moon Perching On This Silver Minute Of Evening

It May Take Two People To Make A Really Beautiful Mistake.

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

If You Like My Poems Let Them Walk In The Evening, A Little Behind You