Figuring The Average Poet Starts At 16,

I Want To Let Her Know Though That All The Nights Sleeping Beside Her Even The Useless Arguments Were Things Ever Splendid And The Hard Words I Ever Feared To Say Can Now Be Said: I Love You.

There Is Light Somewhere.

Terror Finally Becomes Almost Bearable But Never Quite Terror Creeps Like A Cat Crawls Like A Cat Across My Mind

I Had No Feeling For The Things So Many Others Needed.

You Don't Go On "probably" When Love And Guns Are In Hand.