I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere$$$ as long as it stays inside the maze.

Ah$$$ lips that say one thing$$$ while the heart thinks another$$$

Christmas and Easter can be subjects for poetry$$$ but Good Friday$$$ like Auschwitz$$$ cannot. The reality is so horrible it is not surprising that people should have found it a stumbling block to faith.

And to 'scape stormy days$$$ I choose an everlasting night.

Arriving at one goal is the starting point to another.

The sky is darkening like a stain<br>Something is going to fall like rain<br>And it won't be flowers.

Lay your sleeping head$$$ my love$$$<br>Human on my faithless arm;

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;<br>Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;<br>Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.<br>For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Should is a futile word. It's about what didn't happen. It belongs in a parallel universe. It belongs in another dimension of space.