I Am In My Own Mind. I

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

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

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

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.