God Owns Heaven But He Craves The

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.

I Wonder If The Artist Ever Lives His Life--he Is So Busy Recreating It.

I Rot On The Wall, My Own Dorian Gray.

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