Love Is A Shadow. How You Lie

I Am Silver And Exact.i Have No Preconceptions.

Let Me Sit In A Flowerpot, The Spiders Won't Notice. My Heart Is A Stopped Geranium.

The Night Sky Is Only A Sort Of Carbon Paper, Blueblack, With The Much-poked Periods Of Stars Letting In The Light, Peephole After Peephole--- A Bonewhite Light, Like Death, Behind All Things.

All I Want Is Blackness. Blackness And Silence.

The Blood Jet Is Poetry And There Is No Stopping It.