The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.

Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…

Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard: