Cold, cold and bright,
still, still the night...

You are too close
for me to freely breathe...

Sometimes I wonder
if I'm nothing more than...

In the sunbeams
where I used to glimpse God...

My body is made
not to dance, not to run, not to...

Sleeping With the Enemy
There's a canary on the sill...

I had a dream last night that you were a zombie...
like sharks'eyes...

Your lips, they are too fierce for this earth,
showering grace and inciting devotion...

Because the words hung heavy in the air
The triplet came rebounded, sounded back...

Aug 27 1873 Henry G. Ursinus Unknown 0 years 5...
Oct 19 1874 Willie F. Ursinus Typhoid Fever 6...

Alone within this evening bright,
am I...

Looked upon by angels
with polyester wings...