Father, You Died Once, Salted

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

I Am Your Dwarf. I Am The Enemy Within. I Am The Boss Of Your Dreams. See. Your Hand Shakes. It Is Not Palsy Or Booze. It Is Your Doppelganger Trying To Get Out. Beware...beware...

We Are America. We Are The Coffin Fillers. We Are The Grocers Of Death. We Pack Them In Crates Like Cauliflowers.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.