presence is beating and good, gold ringing shining
poems are about love or death-your poems are about death
dispatch
it contributes in a singularly emphatic way to the ideological function of art
all that atheist shit done
we've got to do something ... save the children ...
you just missed me saying i love you
love just don't fade away
so much bad laughter today, like i imagine hyenas
went home, fell out,
imbalance and compensation, the law of movement
someone says come inside but the door is far, the rain is raw, clipping
as i approach the door with a welcoming action
maybe I'll sell crystals at the airport
etc.