Give me one word as satisfying as 'suicide,' and I will give you God.
Put my thoughts in order and they will stand upright for three minutes, tops.
I have written down my passions in little lines in the dead of light when no one is here.
If you want to hear me breathe you'll have to put my chest to your ear.
You're good-looking now. I give you a year.
Jesus doesn't know anything about what I fear.
Was this movement inevitable, or did one unlikely moment befall us?
I disagree down the line, along the boulevard,
walking amongst the bushes, beneath the canopy
I disagree, I disagree,
with nothing and everyone, I disagree.
