“Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.”

“I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real”

“What miracle is this? This giant tree.It stands ten thousand feet highBut doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands.Its roots must hold the sky.”

“I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.”

“Wake & Bake. More like Wash & Bake. Half a bowl of cereal and a shot of bourbon later, I'm there, my friendly haze having finally arrived. I'm ready for work.”

“Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.”

“We're the unmended, the untended,cold soldiers of the shoe. We're the neglected,the never resurrected, agonies of the few.We're the once kissed, unmissed and alwaysrefused. Because we're the unfinishedand feared and we're never pursued.And just that easily, on my behalf,I come around. Because I'm burning.The beast of War feeds only on the meats of War.And now I'm for carnage.Here's how my anguish frees.Destroy everyone of course. Because I'm unwantedand unsafe. And I'll take tears away with torments and rape,killings and fears not even the dead will escape.Encircling the Guilty, Ashamed, Blameless andEnslaved. Absolved. Butchering their prejudice.Patience. Their Value. Because I'm without value.I'm the coming of every holocaust. Turning no lost.Rending tissue, sinew and bone. Excepting no suffering.By me all levees will break. All silos heave.I will walk heavy.And I will walk strange.Because I am too soon.Because without Her, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.Because I am too soon.Because without You, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.I'm the prophecy prophecies pass.Why need dies at last.How oceans dry. Islands drown.And skies of salt crash to the ground.I turn the powerful. Defy the weak.Only grass grows down abandoned streets.For a greater economy shall follow Usand it will be undone.And a greater autonomy shall follow Usand it too will be undone.And a greater feeling shall follow Loveand it too we will blow to dust.For I am longings without trust. The cycloidal hastefreedom from Hailey forever wastes.Dust cares for only dust.And time only for Us.Because I am too soon.Because without Her, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.Because I am too soon.Because without You, I am only revolutionsOf ruin.We are always sixteen...”