I'll Die Propped Up In

Poetry Is A Slipknot Tightened Around A Time-beat Of One Thought, Two Thoughts, And A Last Interweaving Thought There Is Not Yet A Number For.

The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Grease But The Quacking Duck Gets Shot.

Nothing Happens... But First A Dream.

Poetry Is A Type-font Design For An Alphabet Of Fun, Hate, Love, Death.

The Past Is A Bucket Of Ashes