Deodorant sent them to space And Richard Branson, to the Moon… There’s a big box in the pores of… The stain on the void and the sile… Now, the bounced checks make round…

(I would step outside before looki… In the end you will find Only the witness as he stands Open, bare to the world Among it, of it, a part

I like long walks on the beach, Total enlightenment, Licorice, and whisky I am one with the universe In tossing the old bocce ball

—sui cædere… To make way for grief A kiss neither betrayed nor swore… To king or crown, a terrible dinne… Upon which looks the lord on down… Don’t cry on my shoulder,