We drank
From magical fountains
In childhood parks,
We smiled
...
There is nothing but shadows
On this desolate afternoon;
The light of hope
And the flame of compassion
...
One day,
Dogs will laugh
In the streets,
And we’ll kiss wildly
...
I return to Jesus
With a saddened heart
After being unkind
To a fragile friend.
...
Drink the dirty bastards down,
Eliminate the callous,
Snake through the sullied streets
Where the smell of urine
...
Take my hand
And walk with me into the sunlight;
We’ll take the poetry of Keats
...
You and I
Will suffer through terrible abuse
To our inner child,
Our spiritual psyche, our real self
...
I wish there was nothing
But pretty death
Because friends disappear
Like casual breath;
...
Whoever said life is a blessing,
Told a satanic lie!
You struggle
Until you die,
...
I think about Mary,
The pieces of her story
As I know it:
Her childhood streets,
...