Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

Everyone Has Left Me Except My Muse, That Good Nurse. She Stays In My Hand, A Mild White Mouse.

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.

To Be Without God Is To Be A Snake / Who Wants To Swallow An Elephant.

Maybe I Am Becoming A Hermit, Opening The Door For Only A Few Special Animals? Maybe My Skull Is Too Crowded And It Has No Opening Through Which To Feed It Soup?