a cage in the forest

tell the blind man there's
nothing to see


let the politicians

fuck your daughters


don't settle for the facts when

the truth is what really matters




don't worry about man ray

dead now for 30 years in
paris, and i still keep
waiting for his call




i stand on the edge of the

porch roof, next to the

hole in my house where the

light pours out




look






the days are shorter now

and all of my fears that much
closer to the surface

no amount of poetry will

ever cure cancer




no man who would ask for

your vote would
ever give you his in return




these are things to think about

while you watch dorothea
undress, and when she asks if

you love her, you should smile

without answering






you should

kiss her breasts




words aren't the enemy,

of course, but it's always

best to act as if they are