God Went Out Of Me As If

Unless I Can Shake Myself Free Of My Dog, My Flag, Of My Desk, My Mind, I Find Life A Bit Of A Drag. Not Always, Mind You. Usually I'm Like My Frying Pan Useful, Graceful, Sturdy And With No Caper, No Plan.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That I Found Some Order There.

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.