Grace my cheek, with your withered finger, So bleak, And Everlasting, Digit-Gnarled Long, Bone-white as it creak After, our Quarreled Fasting, Tickle down the Throat , you see, Strangulating Drama, without so much, as a Quote, From me, Much lest Attribution To my Biblical Mama, God and Eden, Ampersand Lost, Til' the cost, filled by void, So beautiful, So wondrous, Empty Bars At Empty Hotels, Give me Shining Shaw-Shank Redemptened, Bartenders, Named Llyod. I love you Too, Those who read True, 'Til the Bitter End, A Poet, A Retard, A Writer once more, You faggots, Are all, My Friends... Forever More....