Rejoice With The Day Lily For It

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

Well, One Gets Out Of Bed And The Planets Don't Always Hiss Or Muck Up The Day, Each Day.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

I Who Was A House Full Of Bowel Movement, I Who Was A Defaced Altar, I Who Wanted To Crawl Toward God Could Not Move Nor Eat Bread.