My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

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

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

Loving Me With My Shoes Off Means Loving My Long Brown Legs, Sweet Dears, As Good As Spoons; And My Feet, Those Two Children Let Out To Play Naked.

When I'm Writing, I Know I'm Doing The Thing I Was Born To Do.

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.