Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An

I Am Not At Home In Myself. I Am My Own Stranger.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.

I Sit At My Desk Each Night With No Place To Go, Opening The Wrinkled Maps Of Milwaukee And Buffalo, The Whole U.s., Its Cemeteries, Its Arbitrary Time Zones, Through Routes Like Small Veins, Capitals Like Small Stones.

When I Lie Down To Love, Old Dwarf Heart Shakes Her Head. Like An Imbecile She Was Born Old.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.