Destiny is asmiling bastardriding a motorcyclethrough theneighborhood, laughingat children playing inyards, eaten by worms andtime.PinkgreenwhiteKeliedescope confusion on allthe cat's faces.Providence is a stealthy hunter.

Without poetry, we'd allbe chained to fences of time.locked in,torn apart,played with by thecosmic dance.Don't get me wrong,the poems can'tcure cancer, or heal thelame dog's leg.But, they might givethe whores hope, and thehobos a home.Poetry tricks the mindinto seeing...

If suicide had eyes,it would possess a paralyzing stare.If suicide had a face,it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.If suicide had hands,it would would lay its cold claws on me.If suicide had a tongue,it would lash the...