Guilt is a trap Locking you in The desire of others But God has a plan To set you free

For now American democracy such as it is is still getting the people it deserves

We call the end of sex the little… And the idea of casual sex Is as absurd as casual death

As the Zamboni driver erasing everything that just happe… so it can all happen again I am preparing for my own death

Like everyone else I dealt with My anonymity By becoming A recluse

The epic poem for this epoch will have to say the most with the least

Everyone wants to live forever because fear is self-perpetuating No one wants to overcome the fear… because courage is selfless

Liberalism deepened by religion Religion widened by liberalism Until the body and soul politic Is so deep That it swallows our fears

All words are defined by other words except for God’s rule

My handwriting analyst said my electronic signature indicates a Type A personality and that’s all she sees anymore I said

You know a hipster is aging gracef… When he comes to see that Objects in mirror Are closer than they appear

The cold war was a just war but a just war is still just war and war is hell

Questions are the an– swer to everything; now, how can I assist you

Were I not happily married to my Jewish bride I would have happily lived out the rest of my days none the wiser

Your ego never knows it’s there Until you greet it Which you do By addressing the other