I'M HAVING A HARD TIME ADAPTING TO A WORLD IN WHICH SENTENCES EXIST.

Both death and sex take the subject out of time. Nothing exists until it is observed by a meaning sensitive observer.

I never had a place I could call home that meant more than a key to a house, apartment, or hotel room.

(Perhaps my home is the Dream City)

On metal monkey bars

Protect the warm red of these cold bars in a brown outsider to society�s forgotten

Oed und leer das Meer

The broken call a lilly on your left ear

� The crashing of our cave.

It�s time [more precisely, moments] like this when people need a god � and when they realize it does not exist.

(This is my obituary)

She claims Chili peppers

�� Are within her

�� Define her spirit

The fragility of the flower

�Unbruised

� Penetrates space

Give me a line to start it off �

Red shorts boy pushes his thumbs

�� Against his nose

�Like his bronze body against spandex

�I�m plenty hungry�

The blackboard is supple

And ripe

Serves as excellent good

Nutrition. Try it. You might

Like it.

�� Floating away in hot-air balloons

Where do you

�� Find strength?