Drive-by birth—this mother snares a cab.
Shoots up, delivers, leaves her baggage
Backseat to the world—boy born, tab

Do not let the bow scare you;

         it is for drawing back—

Destination, in the land of never enough,
   is the cornice of all I can give / all that I know,
         given over to deep blue sky.

shit flows downhill he who loves power
gets to be king he who loves love
gets to be priest kings and priests