Is There No Way Out Of The

A Black-sharded Lady Keeps Me In A Parrot Cage.

I Wondered What I Thought I Was Burying.

I Must Bridge The Gap Between Adolescent Glitter And Mature Glow.

I Need Some Older, Wiser Being To Cry To. I Talk To God, But The Sky Is Empty, And Orion Walks By And Doesn't Speak.

Love Set You Going Like A Fat Gold Watch. The Midwife Slapped Your Footsoles, And Your Bald Cry Took Its Place Among The Elements.