And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains,

The Trouble With Therapy Is That It Makes Life Go Backwards.

So I Won't Hang Around In My Hospital Shift, Repeating The Black Mass And All Of It. I Say Live, Live Because Of The Sun, The Dream, The Excitable Gift.

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.