Cedar Sigo
	Bio   Break it to Me Gently Trouble in mind, Lord I'm blue, sworn to this league of poets as most beloved weakling, I won't dream of the bloody car seat if I can help it but I keep hearing this train at night with my own chorus of houseflies, All of them come toward me from the wall. I'm sobbing, standing up against the flies only baby flies so maggots only ghost tears, Still it's very painful, Whenever I appear to have a heart my heart cries out for muddy water, murmurs "reinvent the vomitorium" all the kinks in my hair vanish, I've been a bad hustler for a thousand years, doomed to endless reversals, "Be glad, I hated it" "Be mine in Shangri-La" All the queers in the songs die young, don't they? Strangely pretty boiling oil spills, Who plugged in the vaporizer? I mean besides me, Goodnight nurse, No one else knows