Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

So many things I don’t really care about the mail comes you know it isn’t easy to show that I care

Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,

Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still shiver

It’s not so easy anymore, a few beers won’t topple me. Twelve hours will mend me. I am boxing a balloon, humping a leg—

At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,

III Too late to call vagrancy a fad, an experiment. I am too old and still at it. But it isn’t like I am separate

I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—

Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,

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

As a child I saw the meaning in n… I beheld the color code. I would dream of my bed whirling, I would feel my bed spinning. To take a birth here is a hard fal…

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart